This is the story of our trip from Fort Lauderdale, FL, USA to Bundaberg.
I think that writing any account or memoir is a pretty vain activity, and this is no exception. I am writing this mostly for myself. We have been back almost two years now and the memories are in danger of fading. This bothers me- it was a major undertaking and we invested a lot of ourselves in preparing for it and spending the time to do it. I also think it will be interesting to look back at this when we go around and see the same places again to see how much they changed. Also, everyone needs a hobby, right?