My last week in mission beach was, well you know, about as fun as mission beach can get. I had my super awesome going away party at the resort where I was promptly lifted onto someone’s shoulders to ensure everyone knew that I was the one going away. This led to an unimaginable amount of people who I had never met buying me drinks. I love small towns! It turned out to be a great night with great friends. After the fun came the packing, also known as the unfun.
SO I came here with nothing but a giant backpack. Well the backpack turned out to be the source of every back problem known to man. And when you’re switching busses and flying around every 4 days, 50 lbs on your back is not su
ch a great idea. So mom and dad, the adoring parents that they are, send me the largest rolling duffel ever, the duffel that most refer to as a body bag. And it is packed FULL. (and yes, I know it’s shocking to hear I over-packed….it’s so unlike me)But today I got my giant duffel and got on a 10 hour bus to Airlie beach. The road trip begins. I’m travelling down the coast…then over to Melbourne…..followed by a trip to Uluru…..and then finally back to Sydney. So these little adventures will undoubtedly lead to some, um, remarkable stories. And so continues my Journey through OZ……
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