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Written by Attila Kapitany
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Page 7 of 8
Leaving Theo and Helga‘s place was hard partly because of everyone being spread out in smaller groups of two’s and three’s, just chatting and strolling around, some as if they didn’t want it to end or go home.
Then squeezing all the plant purchases underneath in the bus’s luggage compartments to capacity was an eye opener.
 Packing the bus. “Is there space for one more?”
Afternoon tea, coffee and a toilet break was at Grants Picnic Ground in the Dandenong Ranges where hand-feeding of various parrot species is always an attraction.
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