Tanya models her apparent choices of work uniform. She is complaining tomorrow.
  Storm bad! Prospects of venturing from Tanya's place look slim.
  Work it baby!
  You sure do got a purdy dress little lady.
  Tanya's kitchen. This where the food lives.
  When Tanya plays with camera, nostril shots follow.
Better, less nose hair.
  I really should stop trying to take pics of far away things at night. When will I learn?
  Obviously not here.
  Tanya and I walk the spine at Southbank.
  You are here, here is you. (woah!)
  More Sountbank at night, less crowded than usual.
Tanya cheks out the lagoon.
  L4g00nz0r!
  Our Southbank friend. He doesn't talk much but is a hard worker.
  My attempts to show you I wrote come.to/kewn in the sand fall thru my fingers like.... well.... sand.
  Tanya, being the woman and me being the man, does the cooking.
  CAUTION!!!! BAD MOJO!
I done pressed dat button real good.
  Whats for dinner? A BBQ tray filled with rain water and some sort of Lime fruit.
  While the fruit cooks and water boils, Tanya and I go looking for the main course.
  Tastes like chicken.
  Tanya, BBBQ artist. (The extra B is for BBargain [thatextra B is a typo])
  Chef Tanya. *smilez 4 j00*
Things get pretty hot, if you know what I mean.
  Yes, it was boiling. Silly girl. [;
  The arse, I mean dinner, is looking quite nice.
  Waterfall if I recall.
  More waterfall.
  Southbank wildlife.
I wanted to 'ride' the sheep, but I was in a public place. *sigh*
  The Honourable Ms Tanya Errington The 3rd Esquire.
  Tanya and I venture across the newly built river bridge.
  I think that was supposed to be a boat.
  More hardcore bridge action!
  All that exercise, wasted with a single stop at QUT.
T1 (not as kewl as B1, but more leafy)
  T2 (Judgement Day)
  Tanya and I make a last stop at the Southbank Nepal temple.
  Lots of work went into this. I wonder if it burns.
  Fanciest doors ever!
  You rang?
Tanya, always the Bell of the Ball.
  Knock Knock
  ASL?
  ASL who?
  ASL CHECK MOFO!!!!