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We've been on the road seeking sunshine warmth and Royal Hotels.  Come along with me to discover where we've roamed and what we've found on the way.


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  1. diane bJuly 2, 2013 at 12:08 PM

    Looking forward to following you. I think we went to a few places the same. It will be interesting to see a different take.

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    1. Joan ElizabethJuly 2, 2013 at 9:09 PM

      Yes we have covered some of the same territory. I've used your blog for insights.

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  2. UnknownJuly 4, 2013 at 9:17 PM

    Welcome back, Joan! I envy you for having visited the Great Barrier Reef, it's one of the places I would love to go before I die. Where are the photos? :-)

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    1. Joan ElizabethJuly 5, 2013 at 7:33 PM

      Ha ha JM you are going to have to travel through a couple of thousand kilometres to get there!

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  3. head in the sun July 5, 2013 at 8:00 AM

    Hello again!
    Did you find any sunshine?
    Seems to me there ain't been nuthin but rain lately!
    I've rediscovered the joys of mildew!

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    1. Joan ElizabethJuly 5, 2013 at 7:35 PM

      All sunshine. We've not had a single rainy day in a month!! Just one day with slight drizzle but the rain in the north is so warm I don't mind getting wet.

      Oh yes mildew ... such a Queensland thing.

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