Mel does Markets, Mountains and Macaroons most marvelously

 After a night of vodka shots, red wine, good music, great company, a wonderful prawn curry and some table dancing (this is a career change I'm thinking about) it was up (very slowly and carefully) this morning to head to Eumundi markets.  Perfect day for it 22 degrees c on a Winter's day, one thing you can't fault Australia for, its weather.

Eumundi Markets is huuuuggge....and there is certain friends of mine (insert names...) who would go absolutely crazy ass here with purchasing stuff.  I was impressed at my self control but to be honest with you this is less about my amazing restraint (I have little in all areas) and more about the fact that I can't remember the last time I was this poor.  Well travelled, well loved, and well remembered but well brassic.  So I just walked past stroking things with much consumerist, capitalist desire in my eyes; dresses, bags, shoes, jewellery ect.

 After the markets, it was off home to eat dairy free macaroons via Nambour Plaza (this is not a tourist must see) to observe white trash in their natural habitat. I'll tell you this for free, nothing screams 'class' like greasy hair and a tattoo (bird or rose) emerging from above the cleavage of a sleeveless top and below on the side of a pregnant belly, low rise cut off shorts and a choice of Ugg boots or thongs on your feet. 

Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of this, I know, I know....I'm judgemental and a snob.  This is a burden I am prepared to carry.  Sorry universe....Malicious innit.  But here's some pretty pics instead of the other more acceptable bush scrub...

Tomorrow irony of ironies to the power of most ironical... I'm hanging out here with some Buddhists to have a cup of tea and maybe meditate on my internal turmoil of ..if one can self-love just a tad too much....

Oh yeah and soon I'm going to be put to work to earn my keep...and I thought the table dancing would suffice ;)...apparently not...