Meg, Gaz, John, Caroline and myself went swimming in the Blue Lagoon. We were able to walk a long way out, but there is a sudden cliff in the surface, and the water becomes quite deep. There are pontoons along the beach shores to rest on, which we take advantage of before John and Caroline and myself swim out to gateway to the Sea.
In the afternoon, people disappear off into town and I stay at the campsite alone. John is there by himself for a while, but wonders off to town eventually too. After a while, a dance troop dressed in not especially traditional garb come on the entertain a fairly sparse crowd in the bar area. Very energetic they are too, and not bad scenery. The dancers have a fondness for short skirts, skin tight leotards, thigh high boots and leopard print, and I suppose there is something for the ladies too....
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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