Its meant to be a civilised country but these ossies have given me food poisoning. Too exhausted to say anything more...

I am not ashamed to admit that I haven't changed my pants since wednesday morning. Its Friday now and I've still got to fly to Ballina and catch a bus home. By which time it will be around 5pm. So that will be 3 days with the same pair of knickers on. And if there are any attractive boys reading this I don't care what you think. OK? Boys are smelly anyway. The wedding was lovely. I'm not sure I drank enough champagne to justify the 6 days of tr...

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...managed to complete the first leg of the epic journey that will hopefully constitute my brief return to the breezy English countryside and the East End of London for the marriage of my darling brother and Flo. So thats it then. I am officially on the shelf. I have turned into Bridget Jones and will no doubt be subjected to elderly relatives half smiling in a slightly pitying way and saying "You'll be next". And I am travelling half way across the...

W decide to go up a bloody big mountain. Mount Warning. Wollumbin the Arakwal call it. Another sacred site. Its peak is the first piece of land in the whole world to catch the sun's rays every morning. You can see it from my beach, Clarkes beach, near my house. Sticking up like a giant curling wave from the ocean. Up we get, me and Tammo, at 4 in the morning so we can drive to the base of the mountain and get to the top in time to see the sun rise. Takes some...