Peaking at Mount Kosciusko
Peaking it The best days are those unexpected ones, with no expectations. I’m famous for hyping something up only to be bitterly disappointed if it’s not as awesome as I thought it would be. Movies, TV shows, parties, food… yes, food is a big one. The things I genuinely boast about are indeed, unknown or unplanned things, that element of wonderful surprise. Of course, I’ve heard of Mount Kosciusko, the highest mountain in Australia, but I didn’t realise we’d be visiting it on our lap. I had my must-see list sorted long before we left: Whitsundays, Port Douglas, the Daintree Rainforest. John had his list, Fraser Island, Cape York, Tasmania (next week – yeehaa!!!) Going to Mt Kosciusko was not on my radar at all so loving it and putting at amongst the top of our stops has come as a very welcome, wonderful surprise. It felt like I was in a scene from a Camp USA brochure. I don’t want to peak too early, with much of our trip still to go, but at this moment I have the overwhelming urg