On February 10th 2016, just over a month after I’d arrived home from another 3-months trip to America, my twin brother Howard emailed from Mandurah, on the coast of Western Australia where he’s been living for the past 10 years with his wife Sue, to invite me to go stay with them in April.
Whilst I’ve seen them briefly on the two occasions when they’ve returned to England to see their families and friends, this would be the first opportunity to spend some time with them and also the first opportunity for me to go to Australia, obviously two opportunities not to be missed, not even to consider whether it was do-able or not, and of course I accepted immediately and looked forward to with barely containable glee and anticipation.
And that’s despite me saying over the years that I’m not a keen flyer or traveller. Thankfully I’ve done five trips in five years to America to spend time with my buddy Rick and his wonderful family in North Carolina, and experience has shown me that modern aircraft are awesomely competent and comfortable, and so even the prospect of two back-to-back flights of 7 hours and 11 hours to, and then from, Australia was not going to daunt me for a moment.
Now that the trip is over I’ve compiled the photographs, videos and story of what I experienced during the trip, and you can see this under ‘Timeline’ in the menu at the top of this page.