Trip Start Dec 29, 2010
152Trip End Dec 05, 2011
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So with some degree of anticipation we arrived at the Monkey Mia Dolphin resort - or the Ghetto as we rapidly re named it. So bad is it that Zach already has constipation from refusing to go to the loos and the nearest thing we have come to it are the slums of Brazil. Everyone is packed in like sardines, many people have made it their permanent scruffy home, with washing strewn everywhere and satellite dishes, fridges and microwaves sitting under tatty awnings next to tatty caravans. But we are entering into the spirit of it - I am proudly hanging my washing next to the gypovan like the best of them and Benji is doing a fantastic job at blending in as grubby Bogan Baby.
The rest of the "resort" is more like a backpackers, but at least that means a fantastic bar selling great pizzas and cold beer, and even plays music from circa 1991, the last time Brad back-packed round Australia. So we are worryingly happy.....
The Adaptable Human strikes again.