We have returned safely home. Our trip back was not as smooth as on the way out. Our flight from L.A. to New York turned around an hour out, going back to L.A. to fix something. Consquently we missed our fight from NY to Halifax (home). We stayed over at a Holiday Inn and ate a large dinner, compliments of our airline. My Dad and Brother made 2 trips to the Halifax airport with 2 vehicles to pick us up. The airplane phone only worked up to the point of ringing in my father's house, beyond that there was no communication. It's amazing how lost one feels without a cell phone.
It's taken a few months to get my head around the fact that we just spent 8 months in Australia. When people ask 'how was the trip?' we can only smile and say 'fantastic!'. It really was. Our photos scroll on our computer screen reminding us of all those special moments together. Our first sight of the Opera House, the fruit bats in Sydney, our motorhome that served us so well, the kangaroos, the koalas, the friends we've met, new and interesting road kill, the emus running through desert sand and also embellishing our campsites with berry-speckled doo-doos, the birds (we loved the birds!), heat dry like a hair dryer to roads so flooded you have to wait to cross, and of course, Jim's hospitality and entertainment (not to mention his movie collection and neighbours!), and Cindy's and Sean's support and help. There's so much more but I've already said it in previous pages. It was such a great experience I'd like to write it all down again right here as my mind replays the good times. But I won't.
It was a shared experience we will keep with us forever.
And now, what next? Well, you get the picture...
