September 6 - 10th. Brisbane. - Back to square one and tea And so 214 days after I arrived in the country all the long way back at the very start of February I returned to the capital city my plane had touched down in and wherein I had wallowed in jet lag to a backdrop of public parks, the river and...well, more public parks. It's been an eventful loop and around three states (and Fiji!) but its been such a long time since I arrived in a place that was even rem...

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 ...