Some of the best adventures happen on a whim.
After discussing the design of an oversized, Scrabble-themed quilt, on a quiet Friday night, an ad popped on the tele for Skywalk at Mt Tamborine.
That’s all it took. I’m clearly a sucker for the simpler things in life: beer and pretty forests.
So, come Saturday morning, we loaded up the car, popped Chico in the cup holder, and away we went.
We weren’t going to make it up the mountain without a breakfast fit for champions.
We pulled off the highway to visit the folks at Yatala pies.
They know exactly what they’re doing there. The pies are so delicious, they’ll melt your face off.
I’d only had my Yatala pie-ginity taken a few months ago, so was particularly keen to go for Round Two.
The pie is one of the great Aussie levelers, and part of the appeal of the Famous pie shop is watching people from all walks of life wander in to get their pastry-heavy fill. Take a seat, and on your left there’ll be a bloke in a Bintang singlet, and on your right you’ll have an old duck with a string of pearls around her neck.
The pepper steak pie is highly recommended – splash out for the peas.
Our second stop was Skywalk.
It’s a delight.
Nothing beats the joy of angry internet reviews though…
I’d suggest ignoring the haters…
With lunch time fast approaching, we made our way into town.
Driving through, a sign caught my eye. The call of the red, white, and blue (and the possibility of a cone full of chips) was enough to make me insist on a stop at the Dutch Bite Cafe.
It’s like being transported to Holland.
The tiny pancakes are without doubt the best I’ve ever had.
An hour’s drive is far more convenient than a trip to Amsterdam, and this little slice of orange well and truly satiates the need for an adventure to the Netherlands – at least for the time being.
After gorging ourselves on poffertjes, we toddled off in search of glow worms.
Unfortunately, on joining the line for the guided glow worm cave tour, we discovered that there’d be a forty-five minute wait.
We decided that three quarters of an hour was too long to wait to see bioluminescent slugs.
The sign also seemed to imply that there was only one worm in the cave, so that was only another reason to give it a miss. Maybe next time…
In lieu of worms, we went to Tamborine Mountain Distillery. Proprietor Michael Ward is everything you hope he’ll be – friendly, and a touch eccentric.
After stocking up on liqueurs, we made our way to Bugunyah to park the car and drop off our things.
Our accommodations were pretty swish, and it was a lovely place to hang your hat.
The 90s wedding photos that adorn the reception wall are worth the price of a night’s stay on their own.
With the car housed for the night, we had a waddle up and down the gallery walk – the main tourist strip. For all we knew, we could have been smack dab in the middle of Surfer’s Paradise for all of the people milling about. It was absurdly busy.
As an aside, we deserve a pat on the back for not coming home with a time-piece from the Cuckoo Clock Nest. It is difficult to come up with a sensible answer to ‘what the hell would we do with a bloody cuckoo clock?’
Having spent an hour or so traversing the street and perusing the foods, arts, and crafts, we were in need of a beverage.
How can you possibly resist a sign that reads like this?
The Fortitude Brewing Company’s cellar door is glorious.
We sampled several of the beers on tap – all of them delicious.
The highlight was watching a small girl toddle up the main aisle with a mini pig bundled in her arms.
Apparently, the pig’s name was Trukkles (two ‘K’s) and the little girl was the brewer’s daughter.
We were told the piglet had escaped from the back rooms and the young lass had managed to catch the little fellow before he was put on the menu.
That roughly brought the evening to a close, and we went home for an early night.
Sunday morning promised markets and mini-golf.
We drove about in vain for quite some time before giving up on the promise of markets.
Fortunately, we’d been fueled by a complimentary breakfast. And yes, I nearly ate my weight in ‘free’ pancakes. My coffee jitters wore off around three o’clock.
On the wild-goose chase, we came to the conclusion that Mount Tamborine must be home to some of the country’s most picturesque lavatories…
On the way home we stopped in to Thunderbird Park for some mini golf. As an unencumbered (childless!) couple in our late twenties, the looks of pained jealousy from the other park patrons were pretty amusing.
Our trip from Brisbane, up the Mountain, was a perfect way to ring in the new year.
Here’s to making 2016 a great one, filled with adventures with Chico.
Mount Tamborine – 5 stars!