Sometimes it takes a certain event to help you realise that you can't do everything by yourself. For instance the Wizard has been quite ill lately, which means that taking photos for things like CoverDoll shoots can't happen. I mean if he can't breathe then he can't pick up a camera. Thankfully he got through it otherwise I would be all alone and I don't think I would cope too well with that. I hope everything is well with the CD readers.
What a difference location makes. I suppose it highlights the distance, but going from Muzza's place in the tropical north to the temperate south may be 2000 km but you notice it more in the temperature difference. When you experience the temperature shift you wouldn't think that you were in the same country. Only here in Australia. In Europe we would have crossed 4 or 5 borders and the time taken would have been much longer.
Well we have been home long enough to start planning the next trip.
Driving over the mountains made the return trip a lot slower, but certainly more interesting. We popped out of the hills at Tamworth, the Australian version of Nashville. The roads were full of "Good 'Ol Boys" with big hats and driving 4x4 trucks with shotgun racks, all living the stereotype. When we weren't stuck behind them it was the grey nomads towing enormous caravans. After a long second day the Wizard decided to spring for a motel room for the night. We got to sprawl on a real bed instead of sharing the back of the van. The van's good but not exactly on the roomy side of things. Two can be comfortable in the back but they really have to like each other. The cauch in the motel was nice too.