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The reef


The water is so clear you can see the edge of the reef down to the depths of the sea.

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  1. What a great flight. The reef is beautiful and you saw the heart shaped one too.

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    1. I didn't even know about the heart reef until we started to see promotional material for the Whitsundays.

      Sitting here in the mountains tonight beside log fire I wish I was back at the warm delights of this spot.

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  2. It's spectacular, Joan. The colours are just so vivid from up there.

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    1. When we first turned the corner and saw the sea, the blue of the water was gasp worthy. It's even better from the sky.

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  3. Wow wow wow!!!
    Absolutely awesome!!!
    Could you see any sharks in the water?

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    1. Nup, didn't see any sea creatures though later in the holiday we saw whales and dolphins.

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  4. Joan, I think you might know I'm 'addicted' to the tropics, so you can easily imagine how much I envy you when look at these fabulous pics! :-) How I would love to be down there and explore the reef.

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    1. If you ever get this way JM you will have a fabulous time. We didn't go snorkelling because my hubby is not all that keen on swimming but I am sure it would be a delightful.

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