We went North, driving on long, red, straight roads neighboured by endless termite mounds.
In the land of on-shore coral reefs we went fishing for Xmas lunch. Bad day for the fish, good day for me. Thank you, big man goldband snapper, you were bloody delicious…
Santa came in on traditional jet ski.
We breakfasted every morning, cheering the view:
And hung out with Nelson, the resident bungarra who gratefully chomped down on leftover BBQ foods.
Then, sadly and with melancholy faces flew south again, but with this view as consolation:
Compared and contrasted the remaining days. There was a clear winner.
Finally got back to rainy, cold London. Boo. But to this face. Yay!
And remembered the precious gift I sourced for my personal trainer. I think he’ll be stoked. See below.
Have an aces 2013!
I’ll be back with some actual cooking soon, I promise, once I’m over this deep seasonal affective disorder triggered by my return.