Hold me down down kangaroo. I aint down under yet, strewth gimme a chaaance it’s the other side of the world. I only just figured out you can’t get there by digging in my sandpit so it’s gonna take me a while to make my way round.
Preconceptions of Oceania (or Australasia) are that it’s FULL of British. And backpackers. And it’s going to be truly expensive in comparison to Asia, but most probably worth every worthless dollar. I’m not expecting culture, but I am expecting to meet some friends-for-life. After the months I’ll of just spent in Asia I’ll welcome any take on the Queen’s English- and if I can wash it down with a pint or 5 of VB, then all the better shport.
The other plus point going for this funky little continent, is it’s where my sister, Rachael lives along with her Kiwi hunk Brendan, my gorgeous niece Rebekah and handsome young nephew Joshua. All of whom, I cannot wait to see down in Wellington, NZ.
Sailing in the Whitsundays, partying in Manly and long coastal drives in search of Jelly Belly are all on the agenda, and if I’ve found myself a slim slice of Danish woman by this point, I’ll be laughing all the way to Uluru. Stuffed full of barbecued shrimp, I’ll doggy paddle my way across the South Pacific to continue The Trail, through South America.
[Updated April 23rd 2007]
