What do I think of when I think of Venice? The glare of the sun reflecting off the water; the brilliantly blue skies, almost cloudless, except for the occasion puff of white that makes it whimsical; quaint bridges arching over water that laps at the edges of buildings; losing your way among narrow alleys and crooked streets. Is it really as beautiful as people say? Is it really as romantic? Can it really be that spectacular? I say, YES!
I was so excited! Today was the day we were going canyoning! I’d finally get to do some abseiling, as well as some rock climbing, bouldering and other exciting activities.
It was a welcome surprise to find myself receiving a swimming lesson in a natural pool in the Karijini National Park. Picture this: overhanging trees, aqua blue water, the towering red rocks of a canyon, a double waterfall in the distance. It sure beats my regular public swimming pool in Melbourne!
I had a case of déjà vu when a shipmate called ‘Quick, quick, quick!’ and another yelled ‘Hurry, we’ve spotted one!’
‘Quick, quick, quick,’ yelled a shipmate.
‘Hurry, we’ve spotted one,’ yelled another.
Walking onto the beach, a million shells cracked under our feet.
‘I don’t even know if I want to feed a dolphin,’ I said to one of my travel companions, ‘I don’t really want to touch a dead fish,’ I admitted. I’ve never been able to eat seafood because dead fish have always given me the creeps. Slimy, smelly, googly eyed, dead fish! Yuk! But I actually did want to feed a dolphin; to be up close to one of those majestic creatures; possibly make a connection…
I sat at the top of a pure white sand dune, trying to see over the crest to view the perilous drop down. I thought, Can I really do this? I meant, can I really (purposely!) slide down a deathly slope on a sandboard?
‘Ready!’ Lucy yelled. She was in the change room next door to mine with a load of dresses to try on. We had given ourselves a budget of $30 to spend on clothes today, so we were in the St Vinnies Op shop (a.k.a. thrift shop) searching for bargains. Browsing the racks of clothes we had found a multitude of weird and wonderful outfits; and had even found some clothes in more of our typical fashions.