Lesson one: I’m not a natural born mountain biker. I’m pretty content with my cut-price hipster-nonsense vintage-style lady-treadly.
I learned this lesson while on a decadent adventure with my dear friend Bonnie.
We were treated to a tour around the new Spicers (#fancy, #deluxe – etc) trail around the back of Brisbane.
If you’d enjoy it, I’d like to show you some pictures from our little journey..
We started our super-fun-time in New Farm. We ate ourselves silly and probably made too much noise at a proper-posh restaurant. Then, we fell asleep on marshmallow beds watching chick-flicks, because we’re heinous stereotypes.
I’d never ‘glamped’ before – unless you’re ready to count sleeping in the back of a Cruiser or passing out at Splendour as ‘glamping’.
I can now accurately define ‘glamping’ with accuracy and precision. It includes a king bed, in a sturdy tent, and a view unmolested by man’s urban impressions.
I’ve developed a love for LandCruisers. Some would call it Stockholm Syndrome. I’m choosing to call it a relationship hazard.
We awoke to one of the loveliest mornings I’ve ever seen.
We rode past a pig farm, and it was awesome.
“I want to go to there” – a phrase that sums up all of the accommodation we had the pleasure of staying at.
In summary – 6 Stars.