This post is about Hamilton Island, but first I want to talk about by travel buddy R and how we met.

Small insignificant moments can often make the biggest difference. In 2003 I was mid-way through my first year at university and not overly enjoying myself. My dorm-mates were a bunch of stoners, choosing to sit around smoking weed rather than socializing or experiencing Bristol. The one good friend I did have was a girl called Sarah, and she ended up dating one of the stoners, so I soon lost her to the black void of lethargy that marijuana seems to create.

Hamilton Island guests on the Balcony

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