After 9 weeks, 10 countries, 35 hotel rooms (including the odd Airbnb apartment and such) and many many airports, it’s genuinely great to be home.
Travel is an addictive beast, but after a while you just long for your own bed (and pillow. So many bad pillows). More than that, it felt like my Australian life was on hold while I was away, and there is now much to do.
Maybe I’ll just start planning next year’s trip regardless.
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Might want to consider a pedicure first old boy.
And consider catching up on some AFL scores to?
Go hawks
Oh yes…..welcome home!!!
Colin r
Ha. I woke up at dawn on Saturday in London to watch the game. Shouldn't have bothered #nocontest