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Isn't the sugar cane pretty.  And around here we begin to see bananas too.  Lots of Australia's bananas are grown around here.  When cyclones Larry and Yasi wiped out the banana plantations the price of bananas sky rocketed so we went without bananas for ages.

That's one reason not to travel these parts in the summer, cyclones and buckets and buckets of rain.

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  1. Thats us Queenslanders all sweet and bananas. (Did I say that?)

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    1. Not sure about the sweet but certainly bananas :-) Ooops I am a Queenslander too (did I say that?)

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  2. All I remember was the price of those bananas!

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    1. They sure were expensive but we are making up for lost time now ... eating lots of bananas.

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