My Aunt Betty was born at approximately 6:17am on July 21st, 1969 in Woomera, South Australia. According to our family the moon landing was only the second most remarkable thing to happen that day.
They say growing up in a small town creates a yearning to see the world, and my Aunt Betty got it bad. Even from a young age, Grandpa says you’d more likely see her with her nose in an atlas than a picture book, so my family always knew she was destined for adventure. More at home with a backpack and a bus ticket, it wasn’t long after Aunty had finished school that she set off on her first big journey, university.