the lag of the jet...
Just when we were starting to unwind enough to enjoy being on holiday, our plane decided it needed to be in flight again. The last three weeks have completely disappeared in a blur of activity...especially the last five days. Drove all over Victoria, saw some wildlife, saw some spectacular displays of geology, and spent some excellent time with Paul's family. Not nearly enough of it to warrant the trip home, for sure.
(Up close and personal at Phillip Island)
(The Great Ocean Road near Apollo Bay)
(The Twelve Apostles)
And now I return for one more week of work before all this moving business starts. Why exactly did I need to come back?
Labels: Oz, travel