Sunshine. Thirst. Beer. Friends. Eating. Barramundi. Markets. Camping. Dust. Cold showers. Bonding.
Crocodile paranoia. Brown snake. Bare feet. The dirtiest feet ever. Dirtiest toddler ever.
4WDs. Pretending to have a 4WD. Zooming on the highway. Bush bashing. Tent. Bush food. Howling Dingos. Crocodiles for real.
Hiking. Heat. Water. Wallabies. Backpackers. Flying Ding Dongs. Spectacular sunsets.
The hungriest mosquitoes ever. The biggest freakin itchy bites EVER. Shorts. Swimming.
European accents. Relaxation. National Parks. Museums. Rock Art.
Complex discussions regarding indigenous issues. Complex discussions about asylum seekers. Flip flops. Air crafts flying overhead. Defence workers. Fifty Shades of Grey.
Warm evenings. No jumpers. No watches. Discovery. Freedom. The best family holiday we’ve had EVER!
Sounds like you’ve had an awesome time. The little man looks pretty happy and relaxed.
Flying ding dongs? Gonna get a giggle from me every time ;p
Little Vick was seriously a seasoned pro at the travelling thing. You should have seen how into camping he was… I was majorly surprised and impressed (and relieved)! It was relaxing all round and yes, I had to mention the Ding Dongs…. such a classic piece of journalism… apparently that is very normal for publications in the NT…. LMAO! x