OK. It’s time to bite the bullet and accept that, since we’ve been home for three weeks, out trip has come to an end.
I think back and realise that this has been a common theme for me. In 1999 we did an eight week world tour. I kept a journal religiously…until those last couple of days in Hawaii which, to this day, remain as a couple of dot points on a serviette housed in the back of the trip book. Our cruise was only seven days. Day seven was a chore to write. I always thought the last day of our NZ trip written up on the flight on the way home. I mostly remember that flight for the Marlborough Savignon Blanc.
So it was the best of intentions that I would wind up the Up the Guts tour with its final blog as soon as we got home. Yet here I am, three weeks later. When your trip is good, be it a weekend, a month or longer, you feel somewhat empty when you get home.
However: I do feel that the run for home is deserving of its own blog, and since Dave Reynolds has crashed out of the Eastern Creek race on lap one, I now find myself with some time on my hands.
Having had a fantastic night at Daly Waters (see previous blog), we headed for our next overnight stop at Barkly Homestead. It was a chance for us to say our farewells to the ant hill Continue reading