First thing's first. Despite my doubts, I managed to survive the trek to Australia. Because Mark did the same trip a few weeks before, I knew that if I chose a seat in the very back of the plane there is more room between the seat and the wall. On a fourteen-hour flight, every inch was going to count. What I didn't know was that the travel Gods would smile on me by leaving the seat next to me open. With two seats and the miracle of melatonin, I managed to sleep nine of the fourteen hours across the Pacific.
When I arrived, minus one bag (which made it here this morning) I decided to hit the ground running and do the most Australian thing I could think of - cuddle a Koala bear. Even though it was grey and rainy, getting up close and personal with a platypus, kangaroos, emus, and a dingo (no dad, they do not eat babies), was beyond thrilling. More pictures and video are on facebook.
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| Kangaroo... Or a Wallaby. Either way, check out his Toes. |
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| Platypus! The video does him more justice. |
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| Mama and Baby, who refused to show her face. |
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| Second most deadly snake around. Joy. |
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