Bathroom WIN!

So I am sitting on the loo on a wet October day flicking through the latest issue of Wanderlust travel magazine (other magazines are available), looking at the articles and getting that feeling. You know the feeling that there is so much to see and do and all of it is so exciting and how can we stay still on this planet and not want to see EVERY LITTLE INCH that we can because there is so much life and colour and adventure to have? Yeah, yeah, OK shut up Liv (you're all gonna hate me in a minute anyway).

So the photos/places/people are amazing etc. I'm reading about someone describing a trip that started as a two week holiday in Bognor that turned into a two year hitch-hike around Latin America where they chartered a yacht, swam across the Amazon on the back of a dolphin, discovered a rare animal, lived with a Amazonian tribe, learned the language and made friends with a howler monkey before deciding to write an anthropological study of the culture and live a Robinson Crusoe-esque lifestyle with the added benefits that she's making millions as a travel photographic journalist and putting it towards providing clean water and health care for the village. Yes, its a magazine, it is aspirational I know its supposed to make you think this is available for anyone adventurous to try it (I fall for it every time). Surely we are of the generation that are immune to this now? Apparently not. I look up from the magazine at the cold bathroom and I know nobody lives like this, or the very lucky few anyway. Meh, that's life (see Charlie Brooker for a better rant on this kind of thing).

Anyway the bathroom is getting colder and I want to watch the Wire so I flick to the last page and Wanderlust have a competition (can you see where this is going?) to win an overland trip from London to Sydney with OzBus. What an amazing thing! I enter because I have nothing better to do. And I forget about it.

A couple of months later my mother picks me up in her car with a giant smile on her face and immediately comes out with, 'Your father told me I should keep this a secret until you speak to Wanderlust but.... hesaidIwouldn'tbeabletokeepitasecretandIcan't!you'vewonaholiday!'
What?
'You need to call Wanderlust magazine, they said you've won that competition!'
So... I don't believe her for two reasons, firstly I only vaguely remember entering the thing, and secondly people never actually win this stuff.
Well...
OH EM GEE!