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Article by Phil Brown

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Phil Brown - Journalist - Author As a journalist I am a senior writer with News Queensland. As an author I write about myself and, if that sounds self-indulgent, you don't know the half of it. Mind you if you read either of my memoirs - Travels with My Angst or Any Guru Will Do, all will be revealed.
Available as Speaker - humorist focusing on problems associated with existential angst and life's journey.
Australia 2000
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Do you have a favourite place? I do. It’s called bed. Lying there, the television remote in my paw, it’s sheer bliss. As long as there’s a cup of tea and a digestive biscuit involved as well.

Am I joking? Yes and no. I was thinking of favourite places the other day when I saw the movie The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. I’m a film critic so I get to see these things before you, so there.

In it a man sprinkles his friend’s ashes on the waters of a sacred river in India. It made me wonder: where will I have my ashes spread when I finally die, aged 140? That would have to be my favourite place, right?

Well actually I have two. Hong Kong is one since I spent seven of my formative years there and have a lifelong love of the place. My ashes certainly wouldn’t pollute the deceptively attractive greenish water of Victoria Harbour any more than it is already polluted. So a sprinkle of me from the Star Ferry would be grand.

My other favourite place is Tea Tree Bay at Noosa Heads, Queensland.

I was there surfing recently. It is, not to put too fine a point on it, heaven on earth: a right hand point break with a pandanus tree fringed beach, a shoreline that is a mixture of rocks and sand - a lovely little crescent of beach. The waves are heavenly when they are on and I was sitting out there recently enjoying a small but lovely surf, watching fish pass beneath me. Then a sea turtle popped it’s head out of the water and looked at me as if to say: “What are you doing in my ocean?” The sun shone, a light breeze blew and the green canopy of the Noosa National Park was all I could see on land.

It was bliss really and two hours there sets me up for the next six months. My wife and son feel the same. It’s our special place and when the time comes for me to shuffle off the mortal coil I will happily float off into eternity over the crest of a wave at Tea Tree Bay. The rest of me will be mixing with the oil and sludge and other joys of Victoria Harbour (I prefer the old colonial name) Hong Kong. In case you didn’t know it, Hong Kong actually means Fragrant Harbour. Go figure.

8 Mar 2012

Last Update: 9 Mar 2012

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