The Road to Brisbane
This is some excerpts from a travel journel/rant book that I’ve been keeping for the past few weeks. From reading back, I found that I only really used it as a method of release, and therefore it mainly consists of me being unneccesarily negative and giving out about things/people. It is therefore, heavily censored.
Take Off - 22nd February 2009
I’m waiting for my first flight to Frankfurt, it’s a funny feeling; apprehension mixed with excitement, leaving her behind was so hard but I’m sure I’ll be seeing her again in no time. I still don’t think it has properly kicked in, maybe it will on the plane.
Singapore - 23rd February 2009
Nothing feels real yet, I’ve just gone from airport to airport, where everything is simple, clean and identical. I don’t know what is going to happen once I step out of Brisbane airport, if they let me in! The one place where I get free internet and my laptop dies, brilliant. Those fuckers in the smoothie stand better not have charged me twice. Nearly finished Into The Wild, which is replacing my sense of fear with a sense of adventure. Good buzz.
Brisbane - 25th February 2009
Brisbane is fucking hot.Seriously hot, even when it’s overcast like today. Serious armpit sweatpatch buzz. I’m looking forward to heading out to Byron tomorrow, Brisbane seems like a bit of a Bratislava: not much to do after two days. I went to some museums and wandered around the town, went to South Bank and saw a cool city beach (Below) and went to the Botanic Gardens. When I woke up last night at about 11pm, I walked into the hostel bar, and walked right back out again. It was like Q Bar, strobe lights and harsh dance music, fingerbanging in the corners.This solo travelling is gonna take a lot of getting used to. And I thought Australians were cultured, where’s John Butler when you need him?
