…ecided to do it, how could I not? And it was the most fun I’d ever had. Our road trip lasted a week. We stood under waterfalls so clear it was like looking through glass. We slept on white sand beaches and woke to sunrises so stunning the colours burnt in my memory forever, obliterating the dark. We saw live bands in rustic old pubs and danced with locals who looked like Crocodile Dundees with hangovers. We swam in lakes blackened by tea trees that grew on the banks surrounding it and ate wild berries while dolphins surfed waves showing off just for us. And a million other magical memories I locked away for my rainy days, and I’d need those…
