I’ve been wanting to update all today, but it seems as though my desk has been where everyone at work seems to hang out when they’re avoiding the boss. Classic.

So the past three days Adam and I had our little getaway down to the Snowy Mountains. What an eventful few days!

Climbing Mount Kosciuszko

Well, the trip down was relatively uneventful except for the awful weather and my doubts that the car would make it. We arrived in Jindabyne well ahead of time, so Adam had plenty of time to prepare before he went to have his professional hour-long massage that I booked for him a few days earlier. When I went to pick him up, the eyes were glazed and he was simply floating up to our hotel room, which was quite pretty, if I don’t say so myself! 2 split levels, 2 balconies and an ensuite spa bath. Absolute heaven. Considering it was pouring outside, we curled up and watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which I have to say is one of the trippiest movies I’ve seen. Wi-erd!

The climb the next morning though was the big event. Sure enough, I picked the weather perfectly and it was cold, raining and had a visibility of about 10 metres. The walk itself from the top of Thredbo was not what I expected… we managed to walk the entire 7km in about 1.25 hours. It was extremely pretty, even though visibility was right down. Lots of alpine wildflowers and mountain streams… the very start of the Snowy River. And of course, the odd patch of snow.

We reached reached the peak in driving and freezing rain, and managed to get this photo taken of us up the top:

Two Drowned Rats on top of Australia

I have to say the reward at the end was worth it… a shot of butterscoth schnapps and a hot chocolate chaser!

Bubbles! My bubbles!
Well… no spa bath can ever go unchristened. Or without bubbles.
It all started out quite sedate… with champagne, strawberries & cream, cheese and crackers.

Deliciously Decadent

Then, it started to get crazy. I put some more bubbles in, and pumped up the jets.
The bubbles rose, until

There’s a boy in there somewhere…

After that, I left the jets on, poured the rest of the bubble mix in, and went out to get some dinner.

When I returned…

Oh dear.

There were bubbles seeping out the door. I opened the door, and the entire room was filled about 1.5 metres high with bubbles. I tunnelled my way through to turn the spa off, but jeez! Talk about bubbles! heh heh heh heh heh heh heh
Bloody good fun! Needless to say there were bubble fights between two crazy soapy bubble-covered boys!

The Day After…
A brief stopover in Canberra on the way back to lodge Adam’s application for a British Passport. How exciting! My boy is going to be a Pom! And of course, a stopover to Fyshwick, which everyone knows is a haven for tyre stores and pr0n. In fact, the town consists of nothing else but. I was a little naughty and picked up a few bits and pieces there. Ho hum! *innocent angelic look*

The interesting part though happened when we stopped off by Adam’s house, in order for him to pick up his car. Whilst Adam was searching for some mail that he had left there, he uncovered a book on his father’s desk titled “Coming Out Straight – Understanding and Healing Homosexuality. *sighs* It’s going to be a long road ahead.