My last days of camping were followed with a quick flight back to sydney, and after a day or two there .... it was a thirty hour trip home.

Here are some of the best parts about fraiser Island.

a day of huge spiders...

red rock...

and ship wrecks

Was followed by a wierd sun set over the shark infested waters of north Queensland. Hundreds of raven like bats flew over head as everyone joined in a huge soccer game of UK vs. the world. Dispite their bragging and british accents, we beat them good.

THe next day was full of cool stuff.

from swimming in/exploring the champange pools


to climbing cliffs and teaching everyone how to be a stylish Canadian with track pants and beaters. It was good times.

THe flight back to sydney was cheap and un-eventful. I spent the night wandering the city. Impressed with the atmosphere of Frday night in Sydney. IT was midnight and the streets were full of people.. THe next day I did some shopping around Sydney before making the hour long "go train" ride back to Eugene's house To pick up some stuff that I had left there. They wouldn't let me leave again before spoiling me with more incredible food and a much needed night in a good bed.

Thirty hours after arriving at my gate in the Sydney Int. Airport. I had done alot of thinking, as well as making brief stops in Tokyo, Japan and Ancorage, Alaska. My trip was done. Everything planned or un-planned had taken place. I would not be moving to a different town in a couple days. I wouldn't be sleeping with a room full of strangers every night. I would, for a change, be with people I knew. In a town I had been in, and around a thousand times. This was/has been/ and is, a tough adjustment.