

Fremantle, Western Australia
After roughly a silent, (I somehow resisted the temptation to mock her for her previous nights activity with the older gentlemen) four hour journey to Freemantle, I left Rebecca and the campervan which had been my home for the past two weeks or so. I can't say I was sad when I left, infact quite the opposite, when she was out of view there might have even been a fist pump. It felt good to not have any shackles on anymore and be able to go my own way. I decided th...