With the trip through Java to Bali over, there was no more of my daughter counting down the days till our return. I thought she’d never want to leave Australia again. Yes, she’d appreciate our comfortable life style. She’d be in awe at the number and quality of the beaches, so there was no need to drift off to some crowded country with a smoking population whose ancient ruins meant nothing to her. Yes, we would settle for discovering a little more of our own country; another road trip perhaps; just not Dorrigo National Park where we were attacked by leeches.
No sooner, were we home when, to my surprise, she asked, “When are we going again, Mum?”