

Mittagong, New South Wales
So, I woke up at 5am. I packed my bag, I left behind my new friends Zoe from Scotland and Dan from Brazil (potentially the love of my life) and hit the dead streets of Tokyo at 6am. As I confidentally walked out the door, hiking backpack on my back, backpack on my front and bag of goodies to declare at customs attached. No sooner had I walked 200m did it start to rain torentially. Having been happy for the first time that my hair was in place and my shoes and fee...