Our third weekend in Australia, we packed up and headed out Wilson’s Promontory, the southernmost point of the continent. We stopped at a hostel run by an insane ax-weilding she-male (no picture unfortunately) where we met a hot British girl (blue sweater) who shared wine with us then bummed a ride to the promontory the next day. I don’t remember her name. Anyway, the promontory would have been better if the weather cooperated. Jessica forced us to hike (ie trick word for “walk”) around the park for miles. “Just another mile to civilization, I promise.” Yeah right.
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