I don't know who I was kidding when I was planning this trip, but I'm pretty sure three months of travelling is barely enough. I had booked a flight today to London to begin the big search for work. Unfortunately I've decided reality isn't my thing these days, so I'm now on a train to Prague to meet up with Hedgy and Arun, a coupla guys from Tassie I met up with in Berlin to head through Poland and the Baltic countries.

You would have thought that after last years marathon I'd be hanging out for some stability and normality to life, but when the boys suggested I tag along with them to these places that were already at the top of my goto list, it wasn't a tough decision to make.

The guys head to the UK at the end of this month from Tallinn in Estonia. I'm not sure what I'm going to do after that - I'm toying with the idea of heading back to Berlin and doing some more language courses and working in a hostel or a bar for a month, or considering Finland and Sweden are so close I like the idea of doing a similar thing for a month in a city there are getting into the forests of the orienteering capitals of the world. I've got 2 weeks to decide that - plenty of time, though by that stage the lure of the pound will probably be too much and I'll just go to London and begin the grind.

It's kinda concerning to me that a trip of this length isn't adequate for my travelling needs after last year and how that will effect my future plans, but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. Three months in South America at the end of next year after my working visa runs out may have to wait until after I return to Tassie for Christmas. It's a tough life.