Steve and I met in July 2000 in a small outback town. He was the local Police Officer and I was a student who travelled the outback after studying in Australia and before returning to Europe. Back then I lived in Townsville and I just finished my Bachelor of Science at James Cook University. I wanted to see the Outback before I go back to Europe. I had a job lined up in Portugal and was looking forward to that. So Hera and I travelled in my Station Wagon from Townsville up to the Gulf of Carpentaria and then to Mount Isa and back to Townsville. A day or so before arriving back in Townsville, I was planning to stay in a small rural town with a haunted pub. Unfortunately when I arrived the Publicans didn't allow me to stay as I had Hera and they had a lamb. So I travelled another 50 km into the next town, to stay there for the night. When I walked out of the Pub after I paid for a night, Steve walked in. For me, it was love at first sight.
Fast forward 14 years (!!!) later to November 2014. Steve just returned from a 2 months trip to Europe. We were there for 4 weeks together and while I went back to work, Steve discovered the UK. We met in Sydney on the 13th and then drove to the Blue Mountains on the 14th. After having visited my family the month before we wanted to catch up with Steve's family. On the way, we stopped at The Three Sisters which was pretty spectacular. It was a hot day and we decided not to go for a big walk - which was overcrowded by tourists anyway.
The bed was positioned to make the most out of the magnificent view.