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In 1982 my sister & my brother-in-law invited my husband, my daughter & myself to visit them in Australia. I was pregnant with my son & the prospect of such a long journey was a bit daunting, but I’ve never been one to refuse a challenge or an invitation, so off we went. The flight, in those days, was long & uncomfortable. We stopped twice for refueling, once in Bahrain & once in Singapore & arrived somewhat exhausted.
They lived very close to the harbour & we could easily see the harbour bridge & the opera house from their apartment. While there we traveled up the coast, camping all the way, to Queensland. On the way we climbed Mount Warning which is near murwillumbah, which is probably one of the most amazing things I’ve ever done. We got as far south as Canberra visiting the Blue Mountains on the way.
One of the highlights for me was visiting the Skippy park & meeting Skippy in ‘person’. Taronga Park zoo was amazing also.
After two months we returned home & my sister arrived a few weeks later on the very morning that I went into labour with my son. She assisted at the birth which I wrote about in my post Four Stars.
Unfortunately all my pics are in London so I can’t share any here but if you click on the links I’m sure you’ll find some there.
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