From there, we adjourned to Jimmy Watson's Wine Bar for a couple of glasses to round out the evening.
After we'd broken the fast at an eatery a couple of doors down from the Leo Pacific next morning, there was nothing for it but to haul the luggage across to Southern Cross to catch the Skybus.
Before we knew it, we were touching down in Mackay, contacting the Better Five-Eighths of the Cox Combo, handing over the Dalrymple Pinot Noir as thanks and heading homewards.
Given the fact that a survey of the larder once we'd arrived revealed that the cupboard was bare, I guess it's hardly surprising that we ended up visiting Franco at Pizza Pronto.
We left with a family-sized pizza that cost me a little more than my return flight to Melbourne.