Finally on the move...cont'd

All of the pictures on this page are either from Kuranda or Cape Tribulation. And of course, you have to have a picture of a kangaroo. And no...the kid isn't mine. I don't work that fast!


And my friend Dave Szasz was correct when he informed me that I would be a hostel veteran within three weeks. I now feel pretty at home in cramped bunk beds and using communal washrooms. OK...maybe I'm not used to the communal washroooms yet,

but I'm working on it.



I'm also pretty proficient at re-packing my backpack. Although, I must admit...it is pretty weird to leave the hostel for a few hours...only to come back with new people in the room. I've "lived" with men and women from all regions of the world. And of course, every guy wants to share a dorm with all women, and I still do, but I'm finding out that they are usually bigger pigs than guys.





Just to show how small the world is...I met a older German couple in Cape Tribulation and other than Toronto...the only Canadian city they knew was a town called Stratford. (I was born in Stratford and grew up just south in Embro) The husband works for FAG Bearings which has a plant in Stratford. Too weird.





So as I head south along the East Coast, I've already found that I'm really too tall to ride the bus for too long. Unfortunately, even though I've survived several 4+ hour trips...my next leg will find me on the bus for 13 hours. OUCH!! Does anyone have a private jet I can borrow? Damn...Australia's big!!