If you haven't seen Brisbane fireworks at River Fire, you have missed a spectacular show. Fighter pilots begin the show by zooming in loud and low. The sped by us and seemed to dare the buildings by flying between them. Helicopters put on another show. They flew backwards, waved their guns, and amazed everyone with their ability to maneuver in any situation.
We were greeted as we boarded with a glass of champaign. I must say that on this particular night and with the group surrounding us, drinking seemed to be a very important aspect of the evening. Everyone came aboard and it was as if you were given a mask to wear so that you could say or do anything you wanted, anonymously. The amount of alcohol consumed would soon deplete the reserves of our boat. We literally moved closer to other boats around us and borrowed alcohol and cokes. Like in a green grocery bag one crew member would put it on the end of his gaff and our crew would grab the bag and bring it aboard. A few close calls and a few dips in the brink were the only casualties of this bizarre twist of fireworks watching!
The fireworks are so hard to describe. They were on the Story bridge, on buildings all over town, and on barges. I dare say there was not a bad seat in downtown. The timing was perfect, the show was always changing, and the colors were bright. At times the entire downtown looked lit up. The loud (and by this time pretty drunk) crowd all fell silent as the fireworks started. They seemed to last a long time. I did not time them but it was easily at least thirty minutes. I just watched them this year, no photos, sorry. We left the safety of our anchored position in the river and headed back to port. We walked home and prayed the others walked or took Ubers home!