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I'm going where the sun keeps shining, through the pouring rain.
Going where the weather suits my clothes.
Banking off of the northeast winds, sailing on a summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.
Henry Nilsson
Joanna
Apr 25, 20247 min read
Old Friends & Filling in the Gaps
One thing about integrating myself back into Western civilization that I felt was difficult to come to terms with was the excessive use...
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Joanna
Apr 22, 20246 min read
Too Ripe for the Pickin'
I was finally. making my way up to see Ashlynn... in Bundaberg. I was going BACK to Bundaberg? After 30 years? THIS could NOT be real......
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Joanna
Apr 14, 20246 min read
Aussie Mom
I knew coming to Australia would be emotional for me, but I had no idea how extraordinary it would be. Actually... that's a blatant lie....
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Joanna
May 16, 19958 min read
Broke & Trippin' Up the Coast
Travels up the coast of Australia. Airlie Beach. Sarah spent an entire afternoon scaling a palm tree to retrieve the ONE coconut that was...
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Joanna
May 14, 19952 min read
Leaving Bundaberg for good...
Ahhh... although Bundy was hell for its early mornings, crappy money and feeling dirty ALL the time... I would not trade those months for...
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Joanna
May 3, 19951 min read
Adventures with Roger in Oz
We are not closing. This store is definitely NOT closing. Sorry - we're closed. From Fraser Island... Roger and I headed down the coast...
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Joanna
May 1, 19951 min read
Fraser Island
Fraser Island Adventure memory book entry ~ Day 1... Pouring rain. Flat tire. We are all so dirty, like we’d never left Bundaberg. Engine...
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Joanna
Apr 29, 19954 min read
The Bundy Experience Continues...
Ang's Poem... We’re all in the same boat, Just out of money. But kick back in Bundy, Enjoy yourself, hunny. So when you’re down and out,...
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Joanna
Apr 7, 19955 min read
Back in Bundy
Back in Bundaberg. I think I'd been on the bus for over 20 hours. Not a cent to my name and under STRICT instructions from Ethel that...
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Joanna
Apr 2, 19953 min read
Poor, Poor, Sydney
We arrived back in Sydney. Neither of us had a pot to piss in... nor did we have a window to throw it out of. We managed to find the...
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Joanna
Mar 20, 19952 min read
Joanna from Snowy River
Batlow, snowy mountains... The Man from Snowy River. It wasn't long before we secured our first job in Batlow, in the land of the Snowy...
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Joanna
Mar 10, 19953 min read
A Few Funnies
Donna's Memory: *I have NO recollection of this happening and even when she wrote to Ashlynn about it, Ashlynn replied "are you on...
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