Fifteen catamarans, and eight little tubs, with a small one bringing up the rear - the caboose always comes last.
It was a ceremonial, processional, triumphant, victorious march up the Brisbane River.
We hung off our balcony and waved and all along the river, windows and doors opened and people shouted and hollered and hugged each other. The river is open again. The ferries are BACK!
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