Sorry about the prolonged silence. I’m still stunned by how horrible the Aussie internet connections were in the Outback. Absolutely infuriating. I’m hoping the National Broadband Network will change all that.
We’re home and mostly unpacked. This verges on being a miracle. Even I am stunned by this modest level of efficiency on my part—it usually takes me months to unload the bags.
At the moment, we are at our beach house with four fellow travellers—Lin and Norm, Ian and Eamon. Ian’s wife, Pat, and daughter, Cathryn, and Eamon’s wife, Mary, have joined us too. That means I’m cooking for 10—a role I enjoy and have done many times in the past.
Everyone has almost overdosed on kangaroos and other Australian wildlife, but they’re just getting started.
There’s still heaps of our European, Central Asian, Southeast Asian and Australian travels to share, plus many more new travels to come. So I’m getting back to writing again. Thanks for staying tuned.
Here’s a pic of the crowd on our arrival in Sydney. Poor John and I are on the far right.
London to Sydney—end of the trail.
