Good StuffDespite what they sound like, Airlie Beach and the Whitsundays aren't actually a 70s disco quartet, but in fact the names of a small town and a string of islands respectively. We actually hadn't intended to go out to the Whitsundays at all, but having met a few fellow travellers who couldn't help but gush endlessly about how awesome they were, we eventually gave in.
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Good StuffWell wasn't this a whale of a time!
Oh God I'm so sorry... Good StuffK'Gari (silent K, rhymes with "starry") is the largest sand-island in the world, and we went on a three day camping trip courtesy of the stunningly good DropBear Adventures. I don't usually advertise but I really can't speak highly enough of them. As such the "Good" portion of this write-up can be summarised as "Most of it".
The island was pretty well an unspoiled paradise, with your stereotypical white Aussie sand and the nearest thing to a road being either the beach or some inland tracks with all the smoothness of an acned teenager's chin. Both very good fun to hare along in 4x4s. I feel under a certain amount of obligation to do some kind of New Year's post, either looking back on 2016 (may it rest in miserable peace) or on resolutions and plans for 2017. The problem is I don't have any resolutions per-se, and any retrospective of 2016 would mostly be a repeat of the kind of things I'm writing about anyway travel-wise, or just the phrase "my PhD is Hell" written over and over again.
So I've opted to cheat, and just write something I've been meaning to talk about for a while, sort of in the vein of that latter option above. Far be it from me to advise people not to do a PhD. Instead maybe this will act more as a warning of what to expect from the point of view of somebody mentally-broken. |
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