Life in a nutshell, 'cos it's better if you're nuts!
Today was the day for going home. We got side-tracked on the way to the airport though.
Today was a day of preparing ourselves for the inevitable end of the holiday.
A big church on a hill, with a fairly underwhelming theme park beneath it.
A wet day, but in an enjoyable way.
A lot of geocaches, and a bit of dentistry.
Today was the planned day for a bit of monk-on-a-mountain action. I’d been here before, in 1973, but that was a long time ago.
Every holiday has a day like this. The one where we don’t do anything.
This was our mid point, and the girls celebrated by climbing some trees.