I was just eating lunch and looking through my money tracker book (yes, I write down everything I spend - lame but good way to keep to a budget) and realized that today marks 8 months since I left Hobart. I can still clearly remember that day walking through the streets of Melbourne looking for carb gel packs before heading up to Bendigo for a weekend of Orienteering. I then looked back over the other days seeing what I was doing on this day for the last 8 months...

'What is it with people?' 'They're the worst!' Thank you Elaine Benes and Jerry Seinfeld, I couldn't have said it better myself. I don't know if it has come across in other posts, but travelling can really make you hate tourists. There's nothing worse than going somewhere new and cool, then having a massive tour bus pull in and offload a bunch of the tour brigade who swarm over everything, climb on statues, line along view platform...