“Where do you think the safest place on earth is?” Two of the guys on the bus to Denver Airport were chatting with me about life, travel, and the world, and Brad* answered him: “Right in the centre of God’s will”, then gave me a friendly wink. And that’s exactly where I felt I was. … Continue reading #noregrets
I’m at the front of the line to board a plane bound for America, and nerves are finally starting to sink in. (Also meant I was first to step on the plane past First Class - very eerie!). This has been a week of goodbyes, from Lennox Head to Sydney to Melbourne. I’ve been running … Continue reading Flights
Nine days left. That’s only just over 200 hours. Let’s say I sleep for 60 of those, and have around 40 hours of work... I’m left with 100 hours before I fly out, give or take a few. That’s not very long to pack up my caravan, get Betty serviced and sold (cross your fingers … Continue reading Hours
