A noontime flight just begged for an early morning tour. So, up at 5, out of the hotel by 6:45 and up to a crocodile 🐊 sanctuary and farm. By now, all these people, many of them old, are coughing and hacking like a TB ward in the 1950’s. But, we travel on. Neil, as always, and our new trip BF, Irwin, are always helpful in getting the bags on the bus. I feel like a housewife from the 60’s, the way he is treating me. I get the seats, he gets the bags on the bus; I get the room keys, be gets the bags off the bus. It’s working, for us. Even if we are towards the middle of the bus, we are always right up front with check in or out.
Anyhow, a 40 minute trip up to the farm/ sanctuary was lovely. There was a bit of a coup yesterday where the ‘mayor’, as mom would call her, of one clique didn’t want to get up so early and wanted to skip the trip, but that was quickly thwarted. The sanctuary was lovely, and we got to see all of the animals, again!!!
After the animals is was off to the airport for our last plane ✈️ flight for another 17 days. Today ish is the halfway point. Three days in Sydney, 12 nights on the ship, and three nights in Auckland.
The flight down to Sydney was lovely. They fed us AGAIN, pies. Hand held pies. Neil had the chicken, I had the lentil, spinach and cheese. Very popular here. They have them with what they call ‘tomato sauce’ which is ketchup. Aunt Jo or Cathy could learn how to make these in a heartbeat and earn a nice living. It’s just puffed pastry and v ggies and meat. Not much gravy, as they are generally hand held.
The pics from m the plane ✈️ were great of what they call the Gold Coast.
The Great Barrier Reef
Australia’s eastern seaboard called the Gold Coast
After check in, we walked a bit, reconnoitered the cruise ship harbor, in preparation for Thursday’s departure on the Celebrity Solstice. Pics to follow once they make it up into the cloud