Saturday, 24 March 2012

Goodbye to fucking... Sydney. For now.

So I'm writing this from a hotel room and I have 12 minutes and 40 seconds of internet left. Having sold internet to people for four months I now understand their pain! I need to hurry this up!

My bus picks me up at 8:55am and I'm going to be 2000miles away a couple of hours after that. The whole area I'm going to has been deluged by flooding and thunderstorms are predicted for the next few days so I'm sceptical about just how much I'm going to enjoy this trip. I'm definitely doing a rainforest trip, a reef day trip + dive, 3day/2night sailing boat, a 10 hour bus journey and 3 nights in a double deluxe hotel room for a total of $160 so, you know, even if it rains I daresay I'll be the happiest person about. I bought a new camera recently so goddamn I'm looking forward to showing you guys what I'm seeing in reasonable quality

Saying goodbye is such a beautiful feeling in such a sick way... being left behind is the hardest part, you imagine the other person is having the best time and the best adventures while you remain static. Maybe this feeling is something I should talk to someone about......

Special mention to Rawan and Maysam right now. They're studying and working hard and I'm always thinking about them. The best of us.

Signing out, 4 minutes left, will report back later with some fucking stories about the GREAT BARRIER REEF


1 comment:

  1. "Being left behind is the hardest part, you imagine the other person is having the best time and the best adventures while you remain static. Maybe this feeling is something I should talk to someone about......"

    I liked that and know what you mean. It's kind of worse if you make the choice to stay behind, or choose not to be in the same situation. Especially if you can't be sure that choice will be vindicated.

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