How quickly can time fly?
Well, if you take a three-week break away from it all, head to Byron Bay via Brisbane, surf the waves with 'the dudes'
(my kids, not the locals), check out the wildlife
(pet a 'roo, cuddle a koala, usual stuff), mosey on down to Sydney, take a spin on the harbour on a lovely yacht
(family friend, don't kid yourself), do an Easter Sunday ocean swim with an old rowing mate
(yes, IN the water as opposed to ON the water), catch up with Uni buddies, revisit the old haunts of the Northern Beaches
(Whale, Palmie, anyone?), flit over to Adelaide, climb Mt Lofty to catch the views with repatriated friends, go traipsing round the Barossa, meet a real local
(yeah, Cate Pearce, that'd be you), and be enthralled by the Cloud Forest in Singapore en route home, well, then... I guess it does not fly at all.
It it just perfect.
Yee-hah, get me.
Here's a brief pictorial to illustrate further - and just in case you find it easier to 'tell' a story via photos... a bit like Cate and I did after a few glasses of wine.
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Chillin' out with the 'in' crowd |
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Geez mate, not more of that awful grub? |
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Okay, now wait... wait... wait... for the right wave to get in |
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Palm on the left, Pittwater on the right, and I'm "stuck in the middle with youuuu" |
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Looks nothing like London |
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The very phallic Mt Lofty lighthouse - a trait shared with other similar edifices |
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Barossa delight |
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Some strange woman who insisted on giving me wine |
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Cloud Forest - simply amazing |