I really shouldn’t have drunk anything last night. It has merely prolonged my hangover.
An Oasis Odyssey bus (another overland company), turns up at our hostel. It has only 4 young ladies on board, so this prompts some attention from a section of our group and some reflection on my part that I may be on the wrong trip....
The human debris of the previous night spends the day scattered around the pensyions in the hostel courtyard.
Later in the day, I suggest a game of monopoly to pass the time, but quickly regret it and make sure to go rapidly bankrupt. The only fun is trying to figure out when Meg has cheated.
This is the story of my 32 week London to Sydney overland trip on a big orange truck with 30 odd other people.....and what happens after.. I try to find the best pizza in the world. I test the limits of endurance of my T-shirts in the hunt for the most bizarre location in which to bump into a fellow fan of the band 'The Fall'. Slightly more successfully, I try to take a guitar to as many of the world's monuments as I can. Finally, I confront the greatest cultural divide of them all...toilets.
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