When I think of a trip I made to the Yarra Valley two years ago, it is the rolling hills and wide open spaces I miss most. I try to get out of the cityscape as much as I can, and this time we did on a Kangarrific Tour to the Hunter Valley.
And I am glad I did. Because Sam gave us a very fine touristy tour of the Hunter Valley (you can't get more touristy than a tour that starts off with kangaroos and koalas), and we lapped it all up like very good Tourism Australia-versed tourists.
Right before we turned into each stop, Sam would play a song he picked for its relevance to what we were about to stop by for. And then it would be off the bus like a jolly group of dwarves singing as they enter a great hall of lots and lots of drink and mirth...
Three wine tastings, chilli chocolate, five different cheeses, a very generous portion of blue cheese beef burger and chocolate beer later, the winds cutting through the screens didn't matter, we could run against those winds, we could have gelato in the chilly outside, we were rolling out jokes on the bus like we were old friends. We were on vacation.
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