Nearly died last night, but I'll get to that later.
Well, this is the end of what has a been a mental, mental trip. Heading home tomorrow from Sydney airport and back to the real world, albeit briefly. The next trip on the agenda is Amsterdam, then it's over to Canada via a 5 month stint in the USA. It has been special.
I spent my last weekend in the country in Byron Bay, reunited with TopCat and our comrade from the states we went on the rip. An almighty session it was as well, full of all the trademark features: spew, crates, girls, and a 4 lane car swerve on the motorway. Strangely during that incident not one of the 4 of us shouted or panicked, we all just collectively clubbed together and prayed our car would not smash into the oncoming barrier. Or the car heading in the opposite direction 3 lanes down. Thankfully we made it back safe and sound, although I can vouch that is one effective way to wake yourself up from a slumber.
Woke up in a disabled toilet during that weekend as well, it was a whirlwind.
Brisbane has been and gone, and I finished up work on the Friday. My last moments culminated in my manager throwing water over me, good banter. Then I joined the warriors of room 35 for one last hurrah. Hopefully they ll all be sweet, but someone will have to take responsibility for JingleLad, feed and water him. BorrusiaSaan, your in charge.
And that's about it really for the moment, chilling in Wollongong for the rest of the day then up to Sydney early doors tomorrow. Need to get that typical tourist picture in front of the opera house, and then board the (correct) flight to Hong Kong. Thursday fubes as well if anyone's keen this week.
And so ends this blog, in Oz anyway. Opinions welcome to see if I should continue it or stop slevering.
See you on the other side!
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