I found another rather large friend at the Sydney wildlife park. He said that I’d better watch out as I might get mistaken for a cane toad and they kill those over here. I’m glad that you can’t hear my teeth chattering from there!

Ah I’ve always wanted to see the Sydney Opera House. I bet ot many frogs have travelled as far as I have.

This bothered me a bit when they put me on the table at penfriend Katie’s house as they eat frogs legs in France but I survived to live another day

This was taken on a punt trip on the river Avon in Christchurch. Sarah and David weren’t very keen on the unsteady craft but of course it didn’t bother me

Trammer Time

We all went on a tram ride around Christchurch in New Zealand. I think the driver took a bit of a shine to me but I managed to jump out of his clutches.

Gone South for the Winter

As you can see I survived the ‘crossing the lone’ ceremony. It was pretty boring for me because they were tossing people into the pool and I spend a lot of my time there anyway.

Sarah and David took me to a sort of tropical garden in Maui in Hawaii. Some of the mountains here are a weird shape. Some are like thick needles but some are nice like this one behind me.

I found a distant relative in San Francisco. He kept patting my head and saying what a nice little chap I was. These American frogs DO eat a lot. No wonder he was so large.