Because I’m not Canadian (or any host of other nationalities) I am unable to extend my visa in Australia. No fruit picking, no farm work, nothing. I have to leave. It’s tragic because I’ve grown to love this country. Mostly the accents and a couple of the people. I’ll be back but I don’t know when, visas make things complicated. I am going to keep traveling for now — off to Asia next. If I have been lucky enough to meet you during this epic year long journey THANK YOU for the impact you have had on my life — I am grateful for your friendship. Except for Jeff, Australia rocks.
In conclusion:
1 in 10 Australians can trace their direct lineage back to a convict.
Emus are scary as.
Rocket > Arugula
Yurong is the name of the street I lived on and always/often/occasionally how we feel about union members.
It’s Sydney, bitch.
Kilometres go by faster and thus are more fun.
The Capricorn Caves are worth visiting. Ghost Host James is not.
Barramundi is an aboriginal term. Those fish are born males and turn into women later in life and IT’S ALMOST TIME FOR NATIONALS!
Pretty Faced Walabee is the actual name of an actual animal.
I think the reason people drink so much at sporting events (cricket) is because you can’t understand anything that’s going on anyway.
ALWAYS expect a train at a train crossing.
Can you walk? Stop complaining.
Wait. IS there a boat ramp over there?
Homemade Pavlova tastes like marshmallows. — I’m feeling Hun-ga-wee.
I think there’s a boat following us
I’m going to to miss you, New Zealand!
bloody oath,
‘mi
Loving the pictures. Keep the blog posts rolling.
Were you in New Zealand?
I agree with Dad…amazing photos. Love the updates, Sam.