I know I’ve accosted you all with photo after photo of Hayman Island and the Great Barrier Reef. I hope you’ll forgive me if I post a few more, before moving on to Sydney. Because, damn it, the islands were just lovely and maybe, just maybe, I want to squeeze my eyes shut and pretend…
Some days we pushed ourselves. We’d kayak in the morning, and snorkel in the afternoon. We’d hike to the edges of the island, as far as we could safely go, and sometimes even a little farther than that. – –
– I am pleased to say there was one thing on Hayman Island that was affordable (well, relatively, anyway). Rather shockingly, it was the snorkeling. Food was heart-stoppingly expensive, and our room was pricey, but the actual cost of a snorkeling trip? Downright reasonable. For $40 each, we’d get a round trip boat ride to…
Today’s post is the exciting conclusion of our snorkeling adventures on the Outer Reef. Don’t forget to read Part 1. – Our seaplane had just landed in the middle of the Great Barrier Reef. Remembering how often lofty expectations led to disappointment, I did my best to calm my brain, which was racing with thoughts…
– The other day, I botched a batch of homemade cookies that I had been making for get-together with friends (or maybe my intent was just to sit in front of the TV and eat all of them by myself. Whatever.) This shook me to my core. A large portion of my life is devoted…
– On our last night on Hayman Island, it rained.
– Years ago, when Rand and I were much younger and less squishy than we are now, we would go hiking. A lot. Nearly every weekend in the spring and summer, we’d jump into my KIA Spectra (and before that, my Dodge Neon, because I am very discerning about the vehicles I choose. I demand…
– Food on Hayman Island was absurdly expensive. I plan on writing an entire post about it, but it actually causes me physical pain to think about the prices of our meals there, so I’m procrastinating on that.
In my continued efforts to keep it real, I would like to share yet another mortifying revelation about my younger years. Are you ready to abandon whatever lingering sliver of respect for me you had? Because here we go: for a longer time than is reasonable, I’ve wanted to be a Bond girl. Fear…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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