Yeah, so the whaling boat rammed us, yeah that's the ticket.

Look at the pipes on this guy!

After a while you get used to the accent, and sometimes you forget you're in Australia. Then you see a roadsign like this.

Oh snap! Back in the car! Get back to the car--he's turned evil!

This little guy on the beach is a padmelon, which is a relative of the world-famous kangaroo. Padmelons are all about that thong tho' tho' tho' thong.

Sara demonstrates the mating dance of the Tasmanian She-Devil.

Hiding out under a dock with our kayak guide in Hobart as the skies open up around us.

Sara thought my Hemmingway hat with the extra long brim was extra silly--until it started to rain, that is.

The Steve Irwin docked in Hobart, Tasmania. Yay for radical environmental groups!

Sara's abseiling (rapelling) outfit was designed for safety, and uh, a little something extra in case she crapped her pants.

Sara's cruise boyfriend.

A waterfall in Milford Sound, New Zealand. NZ is full of postcard-like scenery.

Is it really a surprise that Chris made friends with the only other dimwit who wore shorts in freezing weather?

Any cruiseship that comes with its own harness for Sara is alright with me.

Cuties at the Chinese Gardens in Dunedin, NZ.

Sara got tossed in the brig for not being serene enough.

Me--"kiss the wooden statue, Sara"
Passerby (in a thick Kiwi accent)--"you don't know where he's been"
Sara thinks--"why do I let Chris out of the house?"

Why is there always a camera around when I feel the need to do a bit of skipping?

Sara and me getting our swerve on.

The beginning of a delightful New Zealand day always begins with a four stop wine tour.