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What a difference three weeks makes



especially when those three weeks are spent on an entirely different continent to that which you usually call home... a strange foreign land where you're as likely to find a kangaroo bouncing around in an urban area as you are to find one on the menu. Apologies to any vegetarian readers who may find the thought of Skippy on a pizza a tad disturbing, but for those who are keen to know – it tastes a lot like ostrich and a little like venison and is deeeelicious on a pizza with cracked black pepper and a sprinkling of rocket. 
Figuring out how to translate 21 days of adventures by plane, train and automobile, into easy to digest, blog-worthy posts, wasn't easy. It's kinda like a 40-something woman trying to get into the whitewashed skinny jeans she wore to that Bon Jovi concert back in the day... lack of content is not my problem, it's fitting it all into cyberspace while it's still freshly imprinted on my jetlagged brain. 
Yesterday I spent the best part of the afternoon downloading my photographs from The Reunion Tour. It would seem that while I was drinking Pure Blonde beer and doing the kind of damage to my feet that only six months worth of pedicures can repair, I was also morphing into the stereotypical Japanese tourist – in 21 days I took 1,417 photographs excl. the blurry and/or 'I look awful! Please delete it?' digital pics that never stood a chance of making it to Facebook. That's approximately 67 photographs a day which works out to one every thirty minutes. Clearly, I was trigger happy.
While sorting the pics into mini albums – Perth, Sydney, Melbourne etc. – I couldn't help but notice a common theme emerging – food (I don't know why I was surprised, I'm definitely a little 'rounder' since the day I boarded that flight to Perth). There are photos of us tasting food, eating food, cooking food, shopping for food, looking at food and photographs simply of the food on its own, portraits of yummy-ness. So, I have decided to take you through my Aussie adventure, step by step, mouthful by mouthful... from Krispy Kreme to kangaroo, from capsicums to canapés, and from lentil burgers to lollies. 
Warning: You may want to log onto this blog over the next few days with a nice full tummy... I'd hate for my tastebud tales to have you drooling on your iPad.

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