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The Great Barrier Reef"We shipped off at 7am and visited two locations on the Great Barrier Reef for about an hour each. I could have spent days underwater looking at the chromatic corals and kaleidoscopic fish, and still be impressed by the natural beauty living under the surface of the ocean. I saw three clown fish, two angelfish, parrotfish, and massive Maoris all around me. The crew made us an amazing lunch, while my fellow divers and I suntanned on the deck. The entire week I was in Cairns it was sunny and warm." -Blog Entry 17
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The Outback"I got to go to a camel farm and ride a super friendly one-humped camel named “Darcy” to the great rock from which the town gets its name. Ayers Rock is over two miles long, 1,100 feet tall, and over a mile wide. It’s almost six miles around the base, and half of it isn’t even above ground! The native aboriginal name for Ayers Rock is Uluru, and it is a very sacred place for the local tribes. The different metal composites in the rock make its color drastically change in the setting sun— it truly set me to awe. On the return trip the stars began to pop out of the horizon— the Outback has the clearest night sky of anywhere I’ve ever seen." -Blog Entry 11
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Queenstown New Zealand"I take off my jacket but keep on my sweater. My steps come faster, racing against the sun. My forehead breaks out in a sweat. The sun gets brighter as if begging to shine longer, like a child running late for school, asking for just five more minuets. When the trees begin to thin, and my eyes see colors again, I pass a shallow frozen pond, cracked by the weight of trespassers, now nothing more than a collection of shattered ice. I cross it. The trees end and abruptly and I’m on the hilltop turning around and around, basking in the view of the sun settling behind Cecil Peak and the white-capped mountain range. I’m in Narnia, or Middle Earth, somewhere far away tucked into the imagination of a writer." -To Climb the Queenstown Hill, Travel Narratives 2014
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