Early in the spring of 1999 an intriquing proposition presented itself. I learned that my good friend Guy would be accompanying his parents to Australia in October to enjoy a timeshare deal they had worked out. If I could come up with the plane fare, I could tag along too.
Australia.
The land down under.
Home of Crocodile Dundee, and, more recently, The
Crocodile Hunter.
It seemed too good to be true. Australia had long been one of my top three travel destinations. The saving began, followed by the planning, then the packing and finally...
Australia is, one could say, a pretty good stretch from Florida. In fact, one could say that it is about as far away as one could get and still be on planet Earth. To complicate matters further, it was prohibitively expensive to get a direct flight into our final destination of Coffs Harbour, so it would take three planes and a good car ride to get to our destination -- not a cheery prospect when faced with some recent back and neck trouble.
The following tale illustrates some of the highlights of my two-week journey. I hope you find this brief tale interesting, and I further hope it inspires you to take a similar adventure yourself. Simply click on the navigation buttons below, starting with Day 1 and follow along...
