I was just eating lunch and looking through my money tracker book (yes, I write down everything I spend - lame but good way to keep to a budget) and realized that today marks 8 months since I left Hobart.
I can still clearly remember that day walking through the streets of Melbourne looking for carb gel packs before heading up to Bendigo for a weekend of Orienteering. I then looked back over the other days seeing what I was doing on this day for the last 8 months and it was pretty cool.
It goes a little something like this:
7 months ago: Last day of Vietnam tour in Saigon. Went to War Museum. Disturbed.
6 months: 2nd time tubing in Vang Vieng, Laos. Still one of the best days on this trip.
5 months: Crossed from Norway to Sweden. Got into Ostersund to discover you have to book in advance for hostels and they were all locked. Finally found a camping ground around 11pm. Lucky it was so light still then.
4 months: Not really sure, but involved driving around little villages in South Germany with Mum and Dad and eating lots of yummy Swabish food.
3 months: Explored the Labyrinth under the Budapest old town. No sign of David Bowie, Jennifer Connolly or any muppets.
2 months: Discovered I wouldn't be able to buy a car in Philadelphia and would have to fly to Seattle. Had an awesome breakfast with the funniest Americans I've ever met.
1 months: Climbed to the top of Vernal and Nevada Falls in Yosemite National Park. Epic.
I look at that list and my mind spins to I've been to so many places and that I still remember all those days so well - I guarantee I wouldn't be able to do that for any other year. Travelling not bad, is it?
One more thing, I've uploaded a final batch of photos to the sta wbesite. I think this'll be my last batch till I return. Check 'em out.