No Easter Eggs for Miss Chubby this year

Wow, it's been a busy couple of weeks. Uni has started and the idiot who took a full-time study load as well as working full-time spends her whole time doing assignments or walking round and round her desk in the time-honoured manner of all procrastinators. Having said that, I really DID need to do that laundry, that floor needed to be mopped and what's the point of studying if I don't have another cup of coffee?

But none of that matters today because it is Easter Sunday and I'm a little sad. This year, I didn't do my mad dash home for Easter as I set aside this time to see the Top End. That's right. I put aside the study books, the familial responsibilities and the Trepang Farming (long story regarding the only Uni assignment I've ever written that involves the word "penis" and not in a metaphorical, semiotic, feminist-studies way) and hit Kakadu.


I spent Good Friday and yesterday touring around in 40 degree heat with a mere 90% humidity and got to see the top three on my Kakadu hit list, Ubirr, Nourlangie and Yellow Waters, and some other stuff as well.

I have a load of photos so I'm going to divide this post up into separate pieces. Thankfully, I'm not sunburnt and exhausted this morning, like I was when in Katherine, so I intend to produce complete sentences, spell words correctly and not generally babble incoherently.