The cliffs were at Kangaroo Point and the day was a hot one. Luckily for us we had a cool-headed Kiwi called Gareth or Garry or something like that with our lives in his weathered and muscular hands.
The trepidation we all felt as we stared up at the 30m cliffs was quickly forgotten as Gareth or Garry's calming tone settled our nerves. As he spoke, he used his muscular hands as visual aids, waving them about the air with gay abandon.
Anyway, here are some photos...
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