Ok, I know I know. Blogs are the best example of 21st century narcissism written by people who fancy themselves as the next Paul Theroux or Bill Bryson. Or just people who fancy themselves, and lets face it, I do. So why am I writing this? Firstly I'm bored. And excited! -I've been thinking about this trip solidly for the last four months and I'm itching to leave. Secondly, I expect the two people to be reading this will be my mum and my granny (maybe Jamie from time to time), so hi :) I hope I will be able to update this enough and let you know where I am and what's going on. If anybody else reads this please let me know even if you hate it and you think I'm an idiot (you know who you are -don't be a stranger, email me!)
Ohhhh good loooord the stress. I don't get stressed often but have in recent weeks. Visas, money, credit cards, insurance, all the non-fun things that need to be done and I haven't thought about. Still it will be worth it!
For the moment I am enjoying the great British summer. I went to Brighton recently and ran into Brian Eno (although I didn't realise it was him until my friend practically fainted with excitement). Went to Leeds to check if its there, it is. And Scotland, which was beautiful. London life is busy as hell, Dorking joviality is jovial as always.
So does anybody know how easy is it to crew on a ship in Oz, rent/share a car to drive around a bit and where is good to stay/work/live? I need to find someone to travel with, unfortunately I don't have Bear Grylls so a substitute would be welcome although I would probably avoid camel carcasses and piss drinking if at all possible.
