Friday, April 06, 2007

The Adventures of the Flatulent Four

"Iconic skyline, dead ahead!"
Dames on the Manly Ferry.

Taking things easy in the Sydney Botanical Gardens. Taken shortly before we were attacked by ravens, wanting chicken-salad wraps, rather than the traditional eyeballs, thank God.


When Crayfish Turn Bad...
Somewhere in South Australia.




On the beach in Robe, South Australia.
Go on, Dave, point out The Southern Cross.


Always come to the beach fully prepared,
says Jules.


Woody is in raptures over the beauties of nature in South Australia. Or else he's mulling over the trauma of swimming in what are, in essence, the nipple-terrifying waters of the Antartic. Honest.


Julia's been reading the Prime of Miss Jean Brodie.
(She's a bright spark, Muriel.)

Damian explains basic geological principles to any that care to listen.
Great Ocean Road, Victoria.









Ooh Babe, That's Really Free.








Woody is broad-brimmed as well as thick-skinned.
Echo Point, Katooomba, Blue Mountains, New South Wales.








Caged - like wild beasts. Grrr!








Dave and Dames - off to, or just back from, the pub: you be the judge.
Byron Bay, NSW.



Crikey! The petting zoos in Oz are certainly more adventurous than those at home.












Woody gets his first taste of elephant snot.











Crikey!











Not a combination of signs you see often.











Something Wicked This Way Comes.











A local pub for local people. Julia's new pool nemesis, Edgar. He's a lovely ex-thesp ("worked with The Goons, dear boy") who now works as an artist in the strange town of Dorrigo.















Woody takes in the scenery at Dangar Falls, Home to the World's Most Prolific Amount of Dangerous-Looking Spiders to be Found in One Toilet.














The Waterfalls Way, New South Wales.














Julia attracts the North Sydney wildlife
with a cunning combination of stealth
and take-away pizza.










T

The End of the Road
- it's back to a world of indoor bathrooms and electricity
for the bouyant band.




Good Old New Zealand

Don't tell our parents what we're about to do in these jumpsuits!

The hobbits approach the Misty Mountain.


I've been to Paradise, but I've never been to... Geraldine.

Hi Gege!


Banged up with nothing, but porridge and a rather nice Sauvignan, actually.

The Jailhouse Hostel in Christchurch.


"...And I'd have gotten away with it, if it hadn't have been for you pesky kids!"