celebrated Canada Day with Ren & Stimpy, absorbed varied Aussie slang, practiced Kempo on carpet, recreated the Hindenburg at four in the morning, discovered that vegemite is an effective hangover cure, experienced the magnanimousness of the Australian people, toured the Brisbane car yards, continuously lost our way in the urban forest of Brisbane, reunited with a friend from high school, hiked mountainous rain forest trails and had parrots treat us like trees in Lamington, hiked the first passes to go through the Great Dividing Range, rebuilt the car engine in Brisbane, imbibed on gratis chilled spumed inebriates at the XXXX facility as a warmup for the evening's pub crawl, more vegemite, drove through scenic mountains of ancient volcano vents, walked along endless deserted talc sand beaches, laughed along with the kookaburras and romped with the roos at Elanda Point, and beheld every possible colour of sand at Rainbow Beach.
On August 12, 1994 our trip was inturrupted and we were forced to return back home to Calgary, Alberta, Canada.
were awed by ancient landscapes; hiked the core of timeworn mountains; swam and body-surfed the enticing sea; enjoyed sampling the chardonnays and rieslings of the Hunter and Barossa valleys; marvelled at the architecture of the Sydney Opera House and the engineering feat of the Harbour Bridge; tramped the cliffs of the Blue Mountains; delved into limestone caverns; shook hands with the roos; observed the Southern Cross and falling stars in the night sky; meandered through Snowy River country; searched for koalas in the eucalypt forests; cheered with the fans at a MCG footy game; ambled through the autumn mist in the Dandengongs; chased emus; wandered along the Shipwreck Coast and The Great Ocean Road; walked with the penguins; fossiked for opals in one of the 2.5 million mine shafts at Coober Pedy; traversed historic tracks through the desert; beheld the aura of Uluru and Kata Tjuta; astonished at beauty of the desert after the rain; strolled through magnificent sun coloured gorges; rode on the ship of the desert; watched flocks of galahs among ancient cycads and beautiful red river gums; listened to the John Laws morning show while dodging roadtrains; wondered at the size and shapes of the multitude of termite mounds; explored relics from WWII; hunted for elusive crocs in tropical Darwin; gazed upon prehistoric antarctic beech, strangler figs and vines in the rainforests; observed exotic bird life in wetlands of Kakadu; admired the aboriginal cave paintings; marvelled at the people 'making a go of it' in the harsh and rugged outback; camped with the wallabies by ancient lava flows; walked the solitary beaches in the magical Daintree where the rainforest meets the sea; dove the grand GBR; celebrated VP50 Day 50 -years of peace in the Pacific- in Townsville; observed the shy platypus, raucous flying foxes, laughing kookaburras and beheld the mighty humpback whales.
We had the opportunity to visit and practice with the Shorinji Kempo branches in Brisbane, New Castle, Sydney, Melbourne, and Adelaide. They were all a great help to us during our travels. On September 14, 1995 we left the land down under and crossed the equator again to Malaysia. .
(This page last updated on March 15, 1996)
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