It seems that every city worth it's salt now has to have its own version of the London Eye. Melbourne has one (though it buckled a bit during their extreme heat earlier in the year) and now Brisvegas has one.
On the way back home this morning, we stopped at Uki, which is 15 mins west of Murwillumbah and 45 mins north east of our place, to have a stroll around the market. As tourist marketing slogans go, I think Uki's isn't bad, and is almost poetic....the little village is glorious and sits uner Wollumbin (Mt Warning).
This pic gives a nice view of the village of Uki which runs along the Tweed River and sits below the volcanic peaks including Wollumbin. It's funny how the past is often echoed in the present....many many years ago, probably about 16 or so, Steve and I drove up to the Gold Coast and we actually stayed at Uki (where I joined a frog expedition for the night and spent much of the night on the flanks of Wollumbin looking for the marsupial frog). I can remember us giggling about how Uki was pronounced U-ki) and now here we are living just 45 mins awy from it. Spooky.
This pic gives a nice view of the village of Uki which runs along the Tweed River and sits below the volcanic peaks including Wollumbin. It's funny how the past is often echoed in the present....many many years ago, probably about 16 or so, Steve and I drove up to the Gold Coast and we actually stayed at Uki (where I joined a frog expedition for the night and spent much of the night on the flanks of Wollumbin looking for the marsupial frog). I can remember us giggling about how Uki was pronounced U-ki) and now here we are living just 45 mins awy from it. Spooky.
When we got home, Steve set to work doing some carpentary (he's putting in a new door between the Good Room and the kitchen) while I liberated the girls so they could scratch around outside, and planted some gingers and some rainforest trees.
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