Empty beaches and white sand... the sound of waves rolling into the rocks only meters from the comfort of your deck chair... a few too many beers, Nissan X-trail jokes and pranks. It can mean only one thing. I have returned from another visit to beachside town of Currarong, near Jervis bay on the NSW south coast.

Last Christmas, I summed the entire trip up into one or two posts, including the 'currarong five' story, where I outlined the top five things that I witnessed on my epic travels, including spotting Santa Claus, an evening of strip poker, and the trivia night fiasco.

This time I will take my time carefully selecting (and editing) the stories, so that only the best (and suitable) stories make it to LOS. Perhaps even post by post, counting down the top five (or ten) currarong moments.

I would have done this all earlier today, but lets be honest...

...after spending a long APEC weekend away from the grey droll of Sydney during APEC, and after spending countless hours out in the sun on the deck, drink and doritos in hand... well. Whats the rush?

So how WAS dreary old Sydney during APEC huh? Suckers.