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Rock on. Little Howrah Beach, Howrah. April 2011. Last time it went something like:

Hobart → Sydney → Bangkok → London → Bath → London → Paris → Grenoble → Milan → Rome → Venice → Vienna → Prague → Berlin → Nuremberg → Frankfurt → London → Singapore → Sydney → Hobart

Next time I’d like it to look a little more like:

Hobart → Sydney → Bangkok → Munich → Nuremberg → Dresden → Berlin → Hamburg → Warsaw → Krakow → Budapest → Bratislava → Vienna → Prague → Kutna Hora → Berlin Singapore → Sydney → Hobart
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ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris...
What an interesting photograph (It look like a sea lion, but them are just really big rocks? right?)...and quote too!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
25 April 2011 at 10:55
Roddy said…
At first I thought it was Buddha and then a clenched fist. It's marvelous the shape rocks take.
Your itinerary? Can you ever see yourself taking this trip now that you have children and responsibilities?
25 April 2011 at 20:31
Carola said…
Great find, it's a unique rock.

When are you leaving?

That looks like an interesting trip, great choice.

I recommend couchsurfing.org for free places (hospitality) and it is a wonderful opportunity to get to know the people.

Kris, if this is just a dream it's wonderful.

Follow your dream, never stop.
– Børge Ousland –
26 April 2011 at 05:01
Kris McCracken said…
One day we'll make it overseas.

As long as I don't have to fly Jetstar...
28 April 2011 at 11:08
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