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Daughter No. 2 has returned from her trip to the South Pacific. She still isn't home because now she is in Florida with her youth group. During her brief touch-down at home, she deposited some great pictures from her stay in Fiji, in New Zealand, and in Sydney. Brief photo tour:

Her view from the Warwick Hotel in Fiji.


No. 2 in the middle--with two students from a Fijian high school. Funny, we were told to send school supplies, so everyone loaded up on Dora the Explorer type things, thinking they would be spending time with little kids. They cleared out the elementary age gifts before handing over their donations when they realized they would be spending time with kids their own age. Oops.

The entire People to People delegation on top of Mount Manganui in New Zealand. The story goes there was a beautiful woman mountain and a smaller slave mountain, not so beautiful. The slave mountain mooned over the beautiful mountain and sent night fairies to send his message of love. Upon rejection, he asked the night fairies to end his misery by sinking him out to sea. They got only so far when the sun came up, and they dropped the poor guy in the middle of the ocean where he sits to this day--Mount Manganui.

Given the sheep to people ratio in New Zealand (12:1, or 15:1, depending on who you ask), one must return with a sheep photo.

Sydney Harbor

No. 2 and the Blue Mountains of Australia.

No. 2 hugging a lonely kangaroo at Featherdale Wildlife Park. As daughter said, she'd hate to live in a petting zoo, so no wonder the poor little guy looked so forlorn.

Comments

dive said…
Wow! What a fabulous trip!
Gorgeous photos, too. Daughter no.2 looks so grown up already. You must be very proud of her, Robyn.
Old Knudsen said…
The Fijian kids will bust a cap in Swiper's ass.
Anonymous said…
wow! i cant wait to see the rest of her pictures... right now i'm attempting to type on a french keyboard... all the keys are in the wrong place!
Maria said…
Nice photos...

And I have always wanted to visit Sydney.

I must admit to a terror of kangaroos, however. I witnessed a zoo employee getting kicked by one as a child and it gave me nightmares for weeks. Kicking kangas STILL show up in my nightmares occasionally.

And now she is in Florida. Ah. A beach. Sounds lovely.
dive said…
Maria, you should visit the Skippy Museum (yes, there is one). The little fella is stuffed so you can go in there and poke him without fear of retaliation. He's kinda hard to stare down though.
Anonymous said…
I can't wait to see more pictures and hear her stories!
Sassy Sundry said…
What great photos. It sounds like a wonderful trip!

I'm jealous.
Gina said…
She's so gorgeous!

And what a great trip that must have been!
Great photos Robyn. Glad you had a wonderful time No. 2! You look just lovely too. Mum's going to frame those for sure.

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