Food vendor stalls were set up along my path south across the river. I decided to splurge and hit up a bratwurst wagon for a spicy New Zealand cheese and jalapeno brat. It was tasty to be sure, but I didn’t get even a hint of the cheese. I skipped the sauerkraut, too. That stuff just is (a) too strong a flavor and would dominate the experience, and (b) yucky regardless. At $12 AUD, it was reasonable, I guess. Made for a tasty lunch.
I revisited the Queensland Museum, dodging groups of young kids. I didn’t ask to find out if they were in school this time of year, or if it was more of a camp experience. I’m leaning toward the latter, though given the quasi-harried herders looked more like college-age and not professionals. Purely speculative on my part, though.
Upon my return to the hostel, I bought soap ($1 AUD) and a token good for a load in a washer ($4). I went all out and went for the dryer too – another $4. All told for a wash & dry cycle: $6.50 US. I feel I’m über rico, since most folks air dry. I’m not only mixing the languages I've heard here, I'm doing my bit for the economy. While I was hanging about in reception where I bought my soap and tokens, Alejandro (from Chile) came by and invited me to join him…somewhere? All I understood was “friends” and “want to come”, so of course I did.
It turned out to be a free market event in a space down the road where a charity sets up and distributes food to people in need. He, and a fair number of other hostel residents lined up to participate in the distribution. I felt odd being in my financial position taking free food, so I excused myself from Alejandro and wandered to the front of the line. I’m sure I got some weird looks along the way, but I wasn’t going up there to jump the queue, I went to ask if I could help. I met Mark, the man who runs the operation every Wednesday, and explained I didn’t need free food, but could I offer a cash donation (I had some in my pocket) and maybe help on the other side of the tables.
He eagerly accepted both offers. It was a very rewarding experience handing out yogurt, tea, watermelon, and shots of milk (the ones for coffee) to those who needed/wanted it. Down the row was some pretty good looking fruit and veggies. It’s a pretty good operation. It was fun to see the expressions on the faces of the other hostel residents when they saw me on the other side of the tables. Afterward, I told Mark (and Carl, who was next to me) that I would be happy to help another time when I was in the area on a Wednesday. It feels good to do good.
I gave the Goat beer a go. Go Goat. I liked it. As it says on the can, it's a very enjoyable beer. It's low in AVB, which is just fine for me. It – and several of its friends – would go down great on a really hot day. Three other shots are from my visit to the museum. The last two are of a regular visitor to the hostel, but I don't think he pays, and the dawn as I wrote this post. I couldn't pass up adding it. So beautiful.