In a previous life I’m pretty sure I would have been born a sloth. Slow at eating and moving, able to veg out in front of the tv for days on end smashing through a season a day and of course my love of sloths – enough credentials yeah :D ? However, the sloth in me gets tucked away during travelling – somehow I am able to find the desire to want to move again. Due to poor fitness levels of laying down and watching tv it’s a bit of a struggle ;)
One of the things I wanted to do in Lincoln (besides stuffing my face full of seafood) was to go take some pretty pictures. The weird thing is that perfect things bore me. There right in front of me was a beautiful beach with clear blue waters but what am I taking photos of? The things that aren’t suppose to be there – much more interesting indeed :P
Part of the Parnkalla trail was though Australian bushland but I could never see the beauty in grey, dry looking things on the verge of dying. That was until I saw this little cutie – it was about 1mm wide, so tiny that I should have missed it. Maybe with Australian bushland I’m just not looking hard enough?
The Parnkalla trail somehow curved onto the streets with super rich houses. Just look at them – each house had a boat parked right infront of their own port. Woah.
Lincoln is beautiful :)