Dude, where's my easter egg? Rock and Devan eye up the incoming chocolately goodness.
Rock and Devan on a mission to end a devastating hour long chocolate famine. Like most Rock-led expeditions, this one also ends in... a huge bucket of fried chicken.
I'd run too. Rock approaches from a somewhat dubious angle.
Back in the day, an hour of hacky was merely a warm down after biking 20km in driving rain and gale force headwinds. Now look what ten minutes did to these former legends.
Next stop, the Blue Mountains. It's hard to get the whole wilderness feeling when you run into more work colleagues on a bush walk then you do marching up George Street.
Ok, they may not be the Alps. In fact, even the Southern Alps make these look like the Blue Foothills. But hey, when there's a cafe serving juicy steak sandwiches just up the trail, who's complaining?
Alas, the old food cache appears to be all out of chocolate bunnies. Not that that's going to stop Mei from making the best of a rumbling stomach.
Careful folks, this isn't cosy little NZ, where the worse that can happen is the odd sandfly bite. Out here in the real world there are snakes... and giant spiders... and bogans.
This is The Gap. It's a big suicide spot apparently. One suspects Mei has just about driven Devan to the edge...
Bondi babes out in force on a glorious autumn's day.
Forget the chicks, admit it, this is what you've all been waiting for. Heck, at least it beats waiting for a decent caption anyway.
The chocolate may be long gone, but at least Rock's speciality - flame grilled carbon slabs with a rich sauce of artificial bbq flavours - is there to fill the gap. In fact, there's plenty of leftovers as well for some reason.
Rock and Devan on a mission to end a devastating hour long chocolate famine. Like most Rock-led expeditions, this one also ends in... a huge bucket of fried chicken.
I'd run too. Rock approaches from a somewhat dubious angle.
Back in the day, an hour of hacky was merely a warm down after biking 20km in driving rain and gale force headwinds. Now look what ten minutes did to these former legends.
Next stop, the Blue Mountains. It's hard to get the whole wilderness feeling when you run into more work colleagues on a bush walk then you do marching up George Street.
Ok, they may not be the Alps. In fact, even the Southern Alps make these look like the Blue Foothills. But hey, when there's a cafe serving juicy steak sandwiches just up the trail, who's complaining?
Alas, the old food cache appears to be all out of chocolate bunnies. Not that that's going to stop Mei from making the best of a rumbling stomach.
Careful folks, this isn't cosy little NZ, where the worse that can happen is the odd sandfly bite. Out here in the real world there are snakes... and giant spiders... and bogans.
This is The Gap. It's a big suicide spot apparently. One suspects Mei has just about driven Devan to the edge...
Bondi babes out in force on a glorious autumn's day.
Forget the chicks, admit it, this is what you've all been waiting for. Heck, at least it beats waiting for a decent caption anyway.
The chocolate may be long gone, but at least Rock's speciality - flame grilled carbon slabs with a rich sauce of artificial bbq flavours - is there to fill the gap. In fact, there's plenty of leftovers as well for some reason.
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