I slept in the truck last night, to avoid the stench and the noise of the underground cave room.
I am sick all day and only venture out to see Meg and Dave climbing the rocky peaks opposite the campsite.
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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