Hey ya’ll, we’ve finally made it home (delayed by ‘technical problems’ with Qantas), dragging ourselves weary across the threshold at some godforsaken hour, to be welcomed by Graham and Deb and a big carnivorous fang-fest washed down with buckets of decent Aussie wine. [The Europeans are kidding themselves, we've decided. Their wine's much too thin for our palate; we're so into a more robust drop...though we did enjoy the Sancerre and Taittinger, it's true... n(Ed)]
Anyhoo, we managed a few hours sleep before dragging ourselves up for brekky to wave Graham and the troops off to Sydney for their impending flight home; they’ve just done the xmas dash from England, so it’s a minor miracle we managed to catch up at all.
Graham whipped up an ostrich omelette…
What a treat. So lovely to see them – though nowhere near long enough, of course.
Meanwhile it’s going to take forever to sift through the happy snaps. What a gorgoeus place Myanmar is. Delightful.
We’ll leave you with a coupla tasters:
We have to ‘fess up to being a tad pagoda’d out…
But it was incredibly beautiful.
Megsie got some laps in (pool to herself, always best)…
…and even the Poo had a bit of a run…
More news soon.
