Temp to Perm - part IV

The Aftermath

After the reception, a group of buddies hit the Sarayi Pool, bottle of Chardonnay smuggled from the Sebel in hand. We all drank the wine straight from the bottle. Like true Aussies. Classy. Sophisticated. I was home.

On return to our room (upgraded to a Verandah Spa room, thanks very much), Matt had organised a deluge of multicoloured rose petals to cover the bed. The rest of the evening needs no detail.

The first few days of our honeymoon were taken up with family and friend obligations. We figured that everyone had travelled so far to attend our wedding, we owed it to them to spend a bit of time. But my bar is fairly low (Matt's is much higher), it was our freakin' honeymoon and everyone knows that sex and family members do not mix. It's just wrong.

Luckily we, being unemployed bums, had the luxury of extending the honeymoon an extra two days after everyone flew home, which meant more of the hard-life - more snorkelling on the outer Great Barrier Reef...

Oh, the horror!

more falling asleep in the sun, roasting like oven-dried tomatoes, more sunset walks along the beach...

and enjoying the crazy unity we've found ourselves in. Reality? What the hell is that?

Honeymoon photos (no, not those ones) here!