The Last Supper

With less than 18 hours until my Los Angeles bound plane departs,
emotions are running high. I am excited, but nervous; feeling
adventurous, yet apprehensive. What to do on my last evening in
Australia? Dad suggested chilling out; ordering in pizza. Mum floated
the idea of going to my favourite restaurant; the revolving restaurant
on top of Crowne Plaza and watching the sunset over the city and
hinterland. On a normal evening I would jump at either idea, but on my
last evening in Australia, I felt that an Aussie Barbeque (pictured
above) was in order. And it was delicious!