Coming Home

It's been a while between posts, so it is high time we broke the drought. We have been on the road since January and can't wait to share some of the wonderful experiences we've had.

This can, however, sometimes be tricky. Trying to fit in time to rest and communicate while juggling all aspects of nomadic life (most of them routine and fairly boring) can certainly be a challenge. We have a newfound admiration for travel bloggers who have been doing this for years, and even during the pandemic.

Coming home to Australia after two years of being separated from most of our beloved family and friends was always going to be emotional, and we didn't get to see nearly half of those we had hoped to. A lot of this was due to covid. For instance we didn't make it to NZ at all because of the border closures and quarantine restrictions at the time. Other times it was classic 'Straya serving up a "once in a 500-year flood" (more than once in some places). And other times just plain old health issues that required time, money, and a tolerance for tedium to oversee.

Despite this we were, and are, ever so grateful for having had the ability and opportunity to make it back and to see many of you. Being back together again was exactly the medicine we needed and in a time of so much global struggle and suffering we realized precisely why human connection is so important. It was time to put the phone away and sit down together for a cuppa, so we did.

Additionally, while visiting some deadset legends in Cairns (you know who you are) we undertook a bucket list item and learned how to SCUBA dive on the Great Barrier Reef. This entailed completing our PADI Open Water dive course with a crew of quality fellow grasshoppers and left us, surprisingly, with a great sense of national pride, as well as renewed admiration for the oceans. But Aussie or not, we would both highly recommend it to anyone willing and able to take the plunge (no pun intended) if you are even the slightest bit curious.