So this is my first blog ever, in what I see as a natural progression from my extremely elaborate facey stattys which hopefully will alleviate any related angst felt by my fellow faciers. If you want to vicariously experience my adventures in the Wild West, this is your chance!
Day Negative One of my trip, and I've already fuct up to a slight degree. Turns out the one thing I forgot to do was actually book the hotel in Brisbane next to the airport, and who would have thought that a hotel would be fully booked out at 3:30pm the day you want to checkin? Thankfully though I've got my faithful brother Dommy living on the Gold Coast so I have a super early start tomoro morning, but I have saved about a hundred dollars on a hotel. So yay for my lacking organisational skills!
I spent most of today fretting over my bag, had I packed this or that, do I need these, will I look like a lame tourist in these, maybe I should bring them because I am a lame tourist, how overly Australian should my clothes be, am I going to need a razor, shall I grow a beard, do I look good in a beard, what is the best kindof poncho, etc etc ad nauseum. I finally settled on everything, got the all-important tick of approval from mum, and set out. Nek stop Robina!