Dubbo, New South Wales
We awoke this morning at the crack of dawn, rearing to go. We rushed around, organising the house for an extended departure, and packing the final gear in the car and caravan, and were finally ready to leave at 9.30. We said our final farewells to the guys that we're leaving behind to run the business, and I was touched to see a tear in the corner on Tony's eyes. He maintains it was just some dirt blew in there, but we all know the truth... Jacki actually did cry...