Cardamon Pod

If you happen to get to the Gold Coast which is located in Queensland Australia – or Surfer’s Paradise for that matter – you can look at a lot of tall buildings which seem to be just bursting with people. We saw a few younger people, but the impression that I received is that there are a significant number of retirees in the area.  The name comes from the wealth in the area – not from gold mining or the color of the grass when the sun has been around too hot and bright without significant rain. If you want to view it as part of the Brisbane extended metro area – then you are looking at a combined population of 3 million.

(for the US crew – think Scottsdale, Palm Springs – only on the ocean. Maybe I should just tell you all to think of Florida but it doesn’t have that vibe). For one thing – there is actually public transportation through the town in the form of a tram + the mono rail… Did I mention theme parks?  Ok, perhaps Florida is the better bet.

Anyway – we decided to go out to lunch. My lovely hosts took me to The Cardamon Pod  As you might suspect, vegetarian all the way with versions of traditional pub/english food as well as Asian and Indian. And yes, there was “stuff” in various pastry doughs.  The difference between here and the various attempts in New Zealand is that there was really filling – not 90% pastry!

We sat outside –

small visitor looking for crumbs

small visitor looking for crumbs


and relaxed. Walking back through Victoria Park

but no artist plaque

but no artist plaque


We spied this sculpture which turned out to be welded out of thousands upon thousands of 10 cm long pieces of what I think are likely stainless steel. The work is lovely, the welding fine. It would be really nice to know the reason for the horse in the park.

I crashed early. I’m packed and ready to catch my ship tomorrow. Just happens to be the small detail of the 0430 shuttle to the airport and a Virgin Australia flight before then….

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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