Tomorrow comes today
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Well, finally, i hear you say! Yes i know, a good month ago i said i'd fill all and sundry in on the happenings of the last hectic few months, and then proceeded to write nothing - but anyone who reads this blog (all five of you, barring the tri-annual appearance of my WinColl buddies - thanks Tom, btw) will be used to that by now!
So to the point, or more particularly: my life to this point. Since my last update, having recovered from my stolen Myspace identity, (incidently i have discovered i'm not alone in this, have a look at this video by comedian David Spade to see what strife i could've been in... - if i'd actually been interesting...) i've made it a bit further afield than Sydney! 
First stop was infact to the Murray river in Victoria's north west where a group of us vetties spent a fantastic week houseboating. Think sunny days, beautiful scenery, a wee bit of beer, spas and campfires. And above all else, no study!
It all ended too soon but then it was back to Melbourne for the big day of Graduation
and the subsequent party, as us vets are wont to have. Twas very very good to be finally done, especially officially. No going back at this point. And indeed i havn't. Instead once again, it was off for some more travelling!
So in the company of Phil, his family, Cat, Louie,
we ventured boldly to the Red Centre to go where thousands of others had been before us. Though thankfully, the aforementioned thousands were conspicuously absent as we'd cunningly chosen the off-season to make our trip. Despite being only three days we packed in a visit to Alice Springs, Kings Canyon, Ulara, The Olgas and of course Uluru, stopped (unexpectedly) in the desert, bought some aboriginal artwork and cooked under the stars by camp fire. It was fantastic and i'd love to go back. Maybe when its a bit cooler though, as 40 degree walks round Kings Canyon were getting a little uncomfortable. Phil also took bringing a 'wide-brim' hat a little to extremes.
The trip to the red centre brought us up to December and the travels didn't stop there. It was now off to Singapore and swiftly on to Indonesia for a 14 day dive trip around the last remaining Island of Dragons, Komodo.
Admittedly the important part of that last statement was 'dive trip
' and i suppose it takes a certain type of person (ie one obsessed with diving) to schedule a dive trip with complete strangers over Christmas and as a result, yes, there was alot of diving. But we did see dragons. And they were really quite uninspiring. The diving however, was not. Photos have yet to be posted (it's on my to-do list, so check back in six months...) but we managed to tick off another of the big five by diving at long last with Manta Ray. And for all you divers out there that havn't - do it! Even if it takes you as long as it took us, it is so worth it. If you do go to Komodo though, don't be fooled by 'the tropics', the water is bloody cold!
This takes us to new year and i think that's grounds for another post, as i'll be impressed if anyone has made it this far (aside from those who like me simply scan the pics and read this last paragraph). Stay tuned for the next update on life as a vet in the country...
First stop was infact to the Murray river in Victoria's north west where a group of us vetties spent a fantastic week houseboating. Think sunny days, beautiful scenery, a wee bit of beer, spas and campfires. And above all else, no study!
It all ended too soon but then it was back to Melbourne for the big day of Graduation
and the subsequent party, as us vets are wont to have. Twas very very good to be finally done, especially officially. No going back at this point. And indeed i havn't. Instead once again, it was off for some more travelling!So in the company of Phil, his family, Cat, Louie,
we ventured boldly to the Red Centre to go where thousands of others had been before us. Though thankfully, the aforementioned thousands were conspicuously absent as we'd cunningly chosen the off-season to make our trip. Despite being only three days we packed in a visit to Alice Springs, Kings Canyon, Ulara, The Olgas and of course Uluru, stopped (unexpectedly) in the desert, bought some aboriginal artwork and cooked under the stars by camp fire. It was fantastic and i'd love to go back. Maybe when its a bit cooler though, as 40 degree walks round Kings Canyon were getting a little uncomfortable. Phil also took bringing a 'wide-brim' hat a little to extremes.The trip to the red centre brought us up to December and the travels didn't stop there. It was now off to Singapore and swiftly on to Indonesia for a 14 day dive trip around the last remaining Island of Dragons, Komodo.
Admittedly the important part of that last statement was 'dive trip
' and i suppose it takes a certain type of person (ie one obsessed with diving) to schedule a dive trip with complete strangers over Christmas and as a result, yes, there was alot of diving. But we did see dragons. And they were really quite uninspiring. The diving however, was not. Photos have yet to be posted (it's on my to-do list, so check back in six months...) but we managed to tick off another of the big five by diving at long last with Manta Ray. And for all you divers out there that havn't - do it! Even if it takes you as long as it took us, it is so worth it. If you do go to Komodo though, don't be fooled by 'the tropics', the water is bloody cold!This takes us to new year and i think that's grounds for another post, as i'll be impressed if anyone has made it this far (aside from those who like me simply scan the pics and read this last paragraph). Stay tuned for the next update on life as a vet in the country...
My holidaying is over
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at 10:56 pm
rambles... Whoa dude, that feels like so long ago now... Scary stuff. Don't remember you wearing that bikini, thought yours was blue?