What a wonderful weekend.
We were picked up from the bus stop by Broad smiling Elizabeth, Justin and little Rowan. And as we drove up the hills to Wild Mountains I really did not know what to expect from the weekend, all I knew was that it was my last weekend in Australia and I was to make the most of it.
It started off a pretty damp and wet as we arrived to heavy rains that was predicated to last all weekend, but to our delight it was not long before the sun came out, and that was when the magic happened. We walked in to the smell of stir-fry dinner being prepared in the kitchen, and were greeted with big smiles and even bigger hugs and made to feel right at home.
There were 11 volunteers in total that weekend. There was the Wallace...