One down, lots to go. Rock hates to think what the rampant price of gold will be by the time the Golden Anniversary rolls around. Lucky he hedged himself by going long futures.
Oooo... Things are getting steamy. Especially with the jungle accessories.
Rock's in luck, for once no sign of a couch.
Now that's a room with a view. Hard to believe winter is on it's way when the palm trees are waving in the balmy lake breeze.
It all looks so civilised dear. Just so long as you don't touch the keys.
Elementary my dear Watson. With the simplest of deductions one must surely conclude that the solution to this vexing problem is to order both the eggs and the cereal for breakfast. And the toast. And the yogurt.
A private boat dock. Even the Island Shangri-La Hong Kong couldn't offer that.
I think you're on the wrong continent to find your herd. Try the Serengeti... or Taronga Zoo.
Another addition to the collection of boats Rock doesn't own.
No, this isn't the latest Tibetan troublemaker to being herded around by Beijing. Apparently it's fashionable to look like you just broke out of the local supermax.
Mei takes the opportunity to find out what life would have been like every day had she managed to marry up a bit higher.
Times are tough in the markets. Rock trades his 75 footer in for a second hand tinnie sans oars. At least it will come handy when it comes time to set flee for corporate headquarters in the Caymans.
Despite Rock's best efforts, a 1.5L coke bottle was never going to cut it for this milestone - save that for celebrating the square root of 2 anniversary in only 0.414214 years . Thanks to Damana & Giles for supplying bubbles smooth enough that even Rock managed to get half a glass down.
Mercifully for our avid readers, there appears to be a bit of a gap between the after-dinner bubbly and the spectacular sunrise the next morning...
Clearly the censors are too busy trying to purge the internet of all references to Dalai Lamas, and forgot to protect net surfers from far, far more perverted content. Look away now for your own sake.
Rock knows which part of Bed and Breakfast he likes best.
Hard to summon up the motivation to do anything more than sit around on the balcony. Certainly hard to summon up the motivation to write a decent caption.
More boats. You guessed it, Rock doesn't own any of them. Jeepers, what kind of sucker picked up a boatless bloke in salubrious Sydney?
Cave beach - last stop on the tour. With an imaginative name like that you'd think Rock named it or something.
You can't buy a frame like that. Not even at Ikea. Ok, you probably can. It probably comes complete with some cool name like cäve.
It's April and still hot. So is Mei. Hur hur hur.
