It wouldn't be very Australian of me not to go see a contact sport between Australia and the current country I' am living in, which if you didn't know already is Wales, the country that lives and breathes rugby union. So of course I had to go see Australia vs. Wales at Millennium stadium in the capital city of Wales; Cardiff. It is only a short hour train ride east of Swansea to get to Cardiff but still a long enough ride to have some warm up beers before the g...

I Left Swansea with a tear in my eye to go spend a night in Bristol, a night in London and then jump on the train to Belgium. By the time I got off the train In Bristol I was starting to think that that tear wasn't to do with me being sad, I was starting to feel quite sick. Jimmy Muir the legend was the one who picked me up from the station and took me back to the student mansion, which was his place of dwelling along with three others. As the night went on and t...

I was hit by a bit of déjà vu when I arrived from Australia into Heathrow Airport in London, security everywhere, a two hour wait to get through customs and a lovely little lady waiting for me in the terminal. Sharon helped with my bags, put the roof down in her little two-door coupe and drove me back to her place (was a bit cold but bloody beautiful). I spent the first two days sleeping and working out what I was going to do. After a quick phone call to my ma...