It was an early rise to get to the airport for my 9.15AM flight over to Perth, I ended up getting there with heaps of time to spare partly owing to not realising how much more straight foward domestic flights are compared to international ones. I'd checked in on the internet the day before hand so all I had to do was drop my bags off and go through a brief hand luggage search, the whole process couldn't have taken more than ten minutes. Which left me loads of ti...

Brisbane: Koalas and other lazy creatures On my last full day in Brisbane I underwent some form of mental assault and subsiquently broke all previous records by doing something with my day other than sitting around in parks. To be fair I'd booked the ticket to the Koala Sanctuary the previous day so a court would deem it premeditated but none the less it remains a radical and positive departure. To get to the Sancturay I'm going on a cruise up the Brisbane rive...

As predicted in my last blog I've not really done anything earth-shattering in Brisbane so far, so to repeat my earlier recomendation, if it's high octane tales of thrill seeking your after then It's best to stop reading now. Oh, and to the person who criticised the far from perfect spelling in my last entry and enquired whether they have spell checkers in Australia, actually No as far as I can tell this blog doesn't have a spell checker no. And whilst I did do a...

I'm not dead. Although in many ways it and jetlag are the same. Well, expect for the no breathing, no pulse part I guess. OK, maybe being jetlagged is more like being the undead, all gormless unresponsive-eyed zombie shuffling. I left my parents house at 2.30PM, we easily made it to the airport in time for me to enjoy a long wait for my plane to board. Turns out I was waiting in exactly the right place, which was annoying after I walked to the departure screen ...