There are only 2 people in the world that I know that would be bored on their honeymoon (especially with a view like that). One is my female friend who I affectionately call George Costanza, for it is she that finds a hair in every single meal, she that is accident prone (and once landed us disabled parking entitlements) and she who has actually slept under her desk at work. Then the other, another species, that is now known to many as the artist formerly known as TG, yet forever known as Terence Armani and now as Terence of Arabia. But look, let me set a few things straight before you all put me on the honour roll for Spoilt Brat Tour 2010- The main reason I am bored is that it is raining beyond all belief and there's n
ot much to do on an island... that is surrounded by water... and where most of its activites are outdoors or in the water. Just to set the record straight, I am aware that all islands are surrounded by water. The giant, bless him, has been dealing with my tantrums in my 6 star suite in such fine form, however in his cunning ways (though I'm sure he would correct me and say strategic ways) suggested to run me a bath. Look I'm the last person that would want to go around giving people images of me being naked, but I wouldn't mention it of it didn't need to be. It's one of those baths with refelctive glass and floor to ceiling views of Hamilton Island- so who would say no to 
such an out of character, yet romantic and thoughtful suggestion? He made me a nice drink as I set my ipod to play in the bathroom. Oh what a nice man. However, after I'd finished listening to Brittany's Circus album, I emerged refreshed, revitalised (as the aromatic bath salts said I would) to a husband sprawled across the couch in that well know sport spectating pose. The cricket was on. And now here he is glued to the TV with a bloody mary in one hand and olives in another. So instead of instigating our first domestic argument on our honey
moon, I have instead sought refuge on the most amazing patio in the world. A view to die for to my right, a kookaburra cooing and the smell of gum trees. Oh the sights, the sounds and the smells of Australia that I miss. So here I am taking a reflective moment and instead of starting world war three (or should I nearly say 4?), I have found an electrical plug outside in my resourceful ways (dont tell the giant but my mini laptop's battery isn't very good- as he warned me- damn he's right again) and am now sitting on my day bed and thinking of you all and how I have neglected you all so.So it might be more of a visual blog this one, but I thought I would quicky describe where I am right now (as above). So as most of you know, the giant and I were trying to make this wedding dream a reality from Dubai and came home 2 weeks prior to piece a few things together- and oh my god, a mental 2 weeks it has been! I averaged 4 hours sleep a night- no joke, and only had yum cha once- do you know how hard that is knowing it is at your doorstep?
So after the day of days, which I wish I could have event co-ordinated myself, because I am such a
perfectionist, the giant and I headed for Hamilton Island. Now do I need to say that the giant and I tucked a few bacon and egg mcmuffins away at Sydney domestic terminal before we took off? Was that necessary to add? And need I mention that every breakfast we have ordered since includes a side of swine? Might explain why things are feeling a little tighter... So we made our way to Hamilton Island's Qualia. I'd never heard of it, and the giant sorted it all out, so I wasn't quite sure what I was in for. FYI some of the other Qualia guests that we happened to share air with were Kate Cebrano, Shania Twain and get ready for it. Zac Effron. I was dying to find out which pavillion he was in...just so I could tell him I am the only person in the world with a queen sized high school musical doona cover (I got made especially for me and shipped from the US as a thank you gift for all of my high school musical-ness) Need I remind you all again? I am so cool amongst those in the age bracket 11-15.And so here starts the picture journal. I must admit, I have turned into a bit of a luxury snob since living in Dubai. And for those of you judging me right now, it's because you haven't come to visit us yet (shame on you). Dubai is such an incredible place where your everyday life includes the the expected standards of the rich and the famous. So I hate to say it, when Mr Giant suggested a 'moon down under, I was less than impressed because I thought that there's no way Australia could impress me now that I am accustomed to the excesses and luxurious hum drum of everyday life in the mid
dle east. Well, I stand corrected. Qualia is the most amazing place I have been to. I have been to the 7 star Burj al Arab, and it has nothing on this devine santuary. Simply amazing and I am so happy to have spent this time in Australia. What I love most is an attention to detail- something that Qualia has down pat. From beach towels designed by Collette Dinnigan, drying your hair with Joh Bailey, sipping water by your bed from Riedel glasses, meals created by Tetsuya and then waking up to George Jensen- who politley tells you the time while at the same time is ready to salt and pepper your meal... is my idea of brilliant. Let me say, not one thing has been left unturned (and quite literally as everything has intriegued me and I have checked where they got everthing- all done very discretely of course)
Check out our sweet, sweet ride. I mostly enjoyed that ours was one of the top end carts onthe island. The giant was also impressed with the wood panel finishings...
Look at that bathroom would you? and the rest. Beautiful finishings, if I say so myself. I love an oudoor shower.
His and hers cocktails by the pool... lets not lie, they both ended up being hers...
How about that for your lap pool on your verandah?
And so I caught a fish... a coral trout to be exact.jpg)
...and then they cooked it for us. Amazing! 
Thanks to my George Costanza friend and fiance, we also enjoyed an amazing dinner by the beach. A seafood platter to absolutely die for although the giant got a bit upset that he could barely fit in the crab...but still he did find some room... He kept saying in such a heartfelt way how cruel it is to kill crabs because they really have no meat and kept repeating the mantra "one must resect the crab" as he cracked it open with crab equipment to get every bit of flesh. Ah the aminal lover.
One must respect the crab...
Speaking of the animal lover...Of course as we sit down to a beautiful romantic meal, we get a little visitor. Cute, but nice to look at once, then keep an eye on every so often to make sure he will not pounce. I turn my head and off he goes...Mr Giant that is. He spent a solid 15 minutes taking photos, talking to it in 'possum' and just bonding with it in general.
and a cockatoo? We pulled over in the rain to get some snaps...
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And a dolpin...perhaps another sister city mum???
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