Contrary to its nature, hunger fuels me. It has been around 30 hours since I last ate and it feels good. It makes me more...alert. Perhaps it is my carnivorous nature, but after feeding I feel slow. Actually, that is probably because I feast until I am bloated... Thus, the Guild. Eyes keen and...
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So this is Brisbane, my transfer to Byron Bay. The second I land, I realise I have made a mistake by sacrificing all my plans in Queensland to save a few bucks and a week of my time. In reality there is no need to rush, but always I feel the pressure. It grates on my soul. Immediately, I miss th...
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My alarm goes off to the sound of rain hammering on the window. Good. This justifies my decision to leave the Cairns region and seek adventure elsewhere. The rain has ruined too many plans already. As my mind clears and my eyes open, I realise something. This is not the sound of rain...this i...
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So, this is Australia. I am unimpressed. So far, all I see are shuffling lines of bored-looking folk, clutching shiny prizes claimed from soulless stockpiles of overpriced goods, all pulsating gently with fluorescent iridescence. Australia, pah. More like, House of Fraser! Maybe things wil...
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