And I'm proud.
28/11/2010 - 29/11/2010 15 °C
if you're reading this then you are either bored at work or have stumbled across this inadvertently. Or you're genuinely interested to learn about my return date to Australia.
Well, here I am!
I snuck back in around about 10pm. I say 'snuck' when in actual fact people could have smelled and seen me a mile off as I was stinky, tired and a little bit discombobulated. So I stumbled through the airport, carving a path through the duty free area, gathering bottles of cheap booze and spraying myself with perfume to mask the filth, collected my bags: one sexy backpack and one el cheapo sports bag bought in Spain but did not trust the zips and seams to hold so - was gaffer-taped to the hilt (Mmm. Nothing dodgy about that bag.) - and exited the no-man's land of officials, discarded trolleys and specially made litre bottles of 'it's almost christmas so we need to amp up the gin'.
But surprisingly, I didn't get sniffed out by any beagles or labradors (why do they make the custom dogs look so cute?!) and passed through the gates to freedom, debt and warm weather.
If you think this is the last you've heard of me on this site, then think again. And come up with a different conclusion. In direct opposition to the one you previously thought, nay, jumped to.
Don't assume the worst - it will only make an ASS out of U and ME.
Or rather, tune in for more travel updates, bashed out in retrospect - replete with photos and interesting anecdotes now that I shall be reunited with a full sized keyboard on my beloved Apple, a longing to share my experiences, and a camera cable that works - and see how many other times I made a complete ASS out of myself in various parts of the world. Clearly I don't need any one else's assistance to do that.
If lucky, I shall also make a nice origami swan out of some district maps I picked up along the way.