Them: “So what were the highlights then?“
Me: “Um…“

It’s amazing what happens when you’re on holiday for three weeks. You do so much that you start to forget things. I started looking through the photos this evening and it all started to come flood­ing back.

That awesome fountain in Kings Park. The DNA tower. The bikini photoshoot. The mental waitress and the Arsenal-supporting (HA-HA!) waiter from Islington. Waffles in Fremantle. The scary prison tour. The tandem on Rottnest Island. The super­mon­ster­p­atrol­meister 4×4 behemoth truck. The evil seagulls. The penguins. The only miser­able aussie. The biggest ants ever. The steam­ing lake at sunrise. The trees you can walk through. Dôme. The high pitched recep­tion­ist. Owen’s crazy ladder tree — and the bonkers granny who went all the way to the top. Hardcore offroad driving (dude). Those amazing caves, and the guide who’d clearly spent too much time down there. Tales of the runaway “controlled” bush-fire (oops). The wine tour. The streak, ah, the steak. The road-trains. Getting up before sunrise to see the pinnacles. The sand-boarding. The snorkelling. The trek through death valley. The world’s biggest spider (except for that even bigger one). The stripey feet. The parrots. The reunion. Dim sung for break­fast. The booze run across the border to Kuala Lurah. Sushi. The crown prince, twice. The water village. The most osten­ta­cious hotel on earth. The lagoon. The most apolo­getic staff in the world. The safe. Getting the bride. The wedding. The recep­tion. The hangover. All-you-can-eat noodles. The goodbyes. The not wanting to come home, but being glad to be back. The passport with a nice selec­tion of stamps.

…and that’s just scratch­ing the surface. Man, we did everything! I’ll start upload­ing photos at some point. There’s just sooo many to work through… I’ve started upload­ing my photos to Flickr — there’s a whole set dedic­ated to them.