About two years ago I had just returned from a five month stint at trying to pass as an Aussie (failed, and quite splendidly, I might add. I just loved being a tourist too much.), and was swept away by all the normal hoopla that consists of working and studying and trying to find some free time to do anything worth mentioning. So. That's the long and short of it why I didn't get around to posting the rest of the photos here. Two years is a long hiatus for a blog, but that's how long it took me to graduate (little over one and a half years), quit my part-time, soon-to-be-permanent-if-I-didn't-do-something-quick job, start and quit another part-time job, and finally find a for-real job (one that I'll be starting next week), and maybe breathe a bit (about five months) before I felt time was right to start writing about my travels, past and present, again.
And, because they (they who?) say a picture is worth a thousand words, here are some that don't even come to close to the fun I had with a friend of mine on a rainy (and it wasn't a drizzle, mind) weekend in Port Stephens, NSW. It consisted of shamelessly befriending the only two guests (they had a car; well, and old ambulance turned into a winnebago) apart from us that were staying at the hostel and having the best time you could imagine. Here, look! Not even close.
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Possum that almost bit my friend.
They were hiding in the outdoor toilets. |
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| Tawny Frogmouth named Froggy. |
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Josephine! The nicest kangaroo living
in a hostel I've ever met. |
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| The hostel resembled a tree house more than anything else. |
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What to do on a rainy day in Port Stephens, I hear you ask?
Go and feed stingrays and sharks, of course. |
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| That's where we were. No, not the first one, the second one. |
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