Here we are in the Gili islands, a short boat ride from the island of Bali, and we’re pretty sure that if paradise exists, this is it. This morning, as we enjoyed a delicious local-grown coffee and fresh squeezed mango juice with pineapple pancakes, looking at the white sand blending to a beautiful green shallow sea, then grading to the deep blue, Kenna and I looked at each other
Well, we sure have enjoyed our time in Australia. So much so, that we had planned to spend one month there, and ended up spending almost six weeks. But despite the great, fun six weeks of partying we’ve endured, we are thoroughly exhausted and ready for a vacation from our vacation. Australia is just one
Everyone thought we were crazy for coming to the Northern Territory in the “wet season.” Naturally, being the rain attractors that we seem to have become, we weren’t really worried. What are we, made of soap? A little rain wouldn’t hurt us, right?
Right. In fact, the wet season wasn’t really anything to be concerned about!
It feels like a lifetime ago since our last post – I’ll do my best to take up where I last left off.
Australia Day in Airlie Beach was fun, but nothing overly exciting to report…think of Whyte Ave on Canada Day, except that most of the crowd was international. We had a decently late night,
We arrived in Airlie Beach from Bundaberg nearly a week ago – it’s hard to believe how much time has passed already.
Our first full day in Airlie was also fairly uneventful. We wandered around the town (of which there isn’t much) and spent some time at the Airlie Beach Lagoon. Now, this lagoon is pretty
Quick! What do rum and turtles have in common? They’re both made in Bundaberg!
After our hairy experience in Fraser Island, both of us were pretty fried and needed some alone time before heading to our next social experiment in the Whitsunday Islands, so we decided to stay in a smallish town called
That was probably when the tension began, and the social experiment started to go full force. The cool kids were identified (and consisted of the skin boarder guys and a few really cute girls) and the anal retentive ones emerged…which consisted of the Irish in our group. They cleared up all our
It feels like we just got off some weird reality TV show/Gilligan’s Island experiment. Tag line: “One island. 10 people. One jeep. Four nationalities. How will they survive?”
Standing in the sand blow in Rainbow Beach
It all started off upon arriving in Rainbow Beach four days ago. We made it to our resort called Dingo’s,
Last I left off, we were on our way to Brisbane, aka “Brizzie.” Our shuttle van thingie dropped us off at a transit centre, and having been so relaxed and lazy in Byron, I hadn’t even considered where we would be dropped, or where we had to go to our hostel. Very un-kenna…but I am
We arrived in Byron Bay after a long bus ride with the surfaris tour. After picking up the kids of the owner at a house, and dropping off Danny and Kyle (our surf instructors) at their house, we were off to the hostel. We stayed at