A Presenter
Back at my hotel after a very busy day filled with
architecture and architectural history.
After landing in Brizzy I headed to catch the Airtrain to
Central Station. From there I made the
ten minute walk to my hotel just as morning peak hour was winding down. I planned to drop my bag and head across the
river to the State Library, but, to my surprise, the hotel had a room ready for
me. I went ahead and checked in and took
my stuff upstairs before heading out to the other side of the Brisbane River
and into the library.
Things kicked off at 10:00 with the head of the conference
introducing the topic and presenting her current working paper. At 11:00 we recessed for morning tea on the
veranda. We launched into the first
session with two presenters up before I had my 20 minute go of things. Following me there was one more presenter
before the four of us sat down and took questions as a panel. It was a bit strange to be on the presenting
side of things. Following our panel we
recessed for lunch back out on the veranda – assorted sandwiches and a huge
fruit platter (we are in Queensland, after all). I had some nice conversations, met some
interesting people, and relished in the fact that things went well.
After lunch we repeated the process, breaking for afternoon tea around 3:30 (including delicious sweet egg-roll things).
The final set of presentations lasted until 6:00, and after wrapping up, a contingent of ten of us headed out to dinner at a great place called Libertine.
We had a
great time, sharing a wide array of small plates and chatting. We finally broke up around 9:30, and I made
the quick trip back to my hotel.
Time for bed now – it has been a long day.
Landing in Brisbane. |
Catching the train from the airport.
After lunch we repeated the process, breaking for afternoon tea around 3:30 (including delicious sweet egg-roll things).
Tea time on the veranda of the SLQ.
The final set of presentations lasted until 6:00, and after wrapping up, a contingent of ten of us headed out to dinner at a great place called Libertine.
Crossing the Kurilpa Bridge on the way to dinner.
The Southbank arts district from the Victoria Street Bridge.
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