This time tomorrow, where will we be?

Lion does not have a travel partner. I am just a figment of her violently creative imagination. (And since I don't exist, I can say what I like!)

Right now I have 17 days of "work" left. Craaaaazy times!

I went hiking over the Christmas break, and then to Southbound, and I’m really enjoying the memories of all the “in-jokes”. While I'm away I'm really gonna miss that, “Here I am with all these great mates,” feeling. This morning I was standing across the road from work waiting for the Little Green Man, and thinking there was nobody behind me I started laughing out loud and muttering, “Chhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarlie! We’re back at wooooooork, Chaaaaaaaarrlie!”

Turns out, there WAS somebody behind me, so that was a little awkward.

Moving on. I’ve had all my vaccinations now. The last two didn't hurt, but they did make me feel queasy for an hour or so. Needles don't worry me, so to get a reaction like that seemed bizarre! But K told me that he's fainted for needles before. Or at least I think that's what he said. I was kind of delerious after walking all day on "this is one of the more challenging sections of the Bibbulmun track", and I was half-watching C douse himself in manky damwater in the afternoon sunlight instead of showering (very humourous). So the memory blurs.

To do: get travel insurance, get a blood test to prove my cheapie rabies vaccine worked, buy anti-malarials and insect repellent and altitude tablets, book accomodation, try not to freak out too much.

A disclaimer: I'm TRYING to keep this short in memory of M. Smith, whose sole comment upon my group emails about NZ was "Jeez you've been there two days and you've already written a novel". But look, just suck it up, okay?