We "Still Call Australia Home"

This joyful meeting was long overdue.

Meet TomandEdna, yes, in our mind they are as one. Enjoying the new facilities at The National Trust's Chedworth Roman Villa.

Along the top of the Cotswolds, with Mal and Carol and the fashionable Walking poles.  Helpful in Neil's muddy lanes.

Yet another visit to Hidcote Gardens.

Lunch in Marlow, a handy spot on the Thames to catch up with niece Kate and Karim.

Marlow, like Alcester, also has a gold Post box, celebrating a local gold medal winner at the Olympics.

Back in Beijing in the hutongs. We have used the local phrases for "back lanes" in each country to describe our journey.

This adapted bicycle has food, but also a wok, or frying pan, sitting in a brazier of hot coals as he peddles along!

Just another card game, - another loser reluctantly handing over the cash !

Evening stroll, in the company of thousands.  It was National Holiday Week.

This is 'only' the train station.  It is like an armadillo.  The airport is enormous, as new airports are.  At least we got lunch, since we were too late for the hotel breakfast.

Australian  dawn.

A Grand Welcome Home. 

Jack reads a story with adaptations ordered by Adela.  There was dancing to follow... always dancing.

And Gill tells me she looked after these two teddies, but that she could have done it better if they lived at her house!

Good to be back in Australia! 

70 successive sleeping places.

58 types of beer.

77 separate journeys logged on the Eurail pass.

18 countries.

10 currencies.

12 languages plus English.

158 days.

8,000 kms approximately by train.

1,200 by bus.

800 by boat.

200 by plane in Europe. Plus the flights to and from Australia.

5 kms on bikes (!)

5,500 kms approximately by car in UK.

Here endeth the lesson.

Time to see more of Australia.