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5 Going
July 9th
And thus the day hath come. It is now time for me to leave. I have spent last night (really the past week) obsession over what to pack, whether its weight can be justified, whether I will need it, whether it has a wide range of uses, etc, etc. I am quite the anal retentive packer, that and stacking groceries on shopping converter belts are about the only times I am ever neat and OCD about anything. But alas. I lay all my things out in lovely neat little rows and pack like its a game of Tetris. Once I get there of course it will be a ram it all in and toss the neatness. But before leaving I am very neat.
I'm pretty happy with the size of my backback in the end. It's large enough to have quite a bit of space to spare, so I can buy things along the way and the weight is kept down a bit. But it's not bigger than me so I shouldn't topple over too easily.
I
I got the weight down to a tidy 15kg which is pretty decent. Since I have a fair amount of stuff.
Naturally I look like a terrorist so had a bomb swab test as per usual.
Anyway, I am all a flutter, mostly excitement with a tinge of nerves. Have I got everything, will I be without some necessary item, or have I taken too much stuff and will I be a weeping puddle of tears lost on a train because my backpack is too damn heavy?
Well, nothing to it but to see. I am at the airport now enjoying a beer in the qantas club (that's right I am a snobby Q club member). I wonder how many backpackers have access to the Qantas Club under normal circumstances. But the luxuries will end in Copenhagen. And the excitement will begin.
Can't wait.
6 DUBAI
The plane was nearly four hours late leaving Sydney. So of course missed the connection to Copenhagen. But as a bonus got 24 hours in Dubai.
Melting, big building, air conditioned bus stops, fasting drivers, quad bikes, hot, sand dunes, fogging sunglasses, exfoliation by sand blasting, camels, 4WDing, hot, feeling bad about drinking water, spinning man, crazy! Good day Dubai. Good day.
PAGE C contains -
5 Going
6 Dubai
5 Going
July 9th
And thus the day hath come. It is now time for me to leave. I have spent last night (really the past week) obsession over what to pack, whether its weight can be justified, whether I will need it, whether it has a wide range of uses, etc, etc. I am quite the anal retentive packer, that and stacking groceries on shopping converter belts are about the only times I am ever neat and OCD about anything. But alas. I lay all my things out in lovely neat little rows and pack like its a game of Tetris. Once I get there of course it will be a ram it all in and toss the neatness. But before leaving I am very neat.
I'm pretty happy with the size of my backback in the end. It's large enough to have quite a bit of space to spare, so I can buy things along the way and the weight is kept down a bit. But it's not bigger than me so I shouldn't topple over too easily.
I
I got the weight down to a tidy 15kg which is pretty decent. Since I have a fair amount of stuff.
Naturally I look like a terrorist so had a bomb swab test as per usual.
Anyway, I am all a flutter, mostly excitement with a tinge of nerves. Have I got everything, will I be without some necessary item, or have I taken too much stuff and will I be a weeping puddle of tears lost on a train because my backpack is too damn heavy?
Well, nothing to it but to see. I am at the airport now enjoying a beer in the qantas club (that's right I am a snobby Q club member). I wonder how many backpackers have access to the Qantas Club under normal circumstances. But the luxuries will end in Copenhagen. And the excitement will begin.
Can't wait.
6 DUBAI
The plane was nearly four hours late leaving Sydney. So of course missed the connection to Copenhagen. But as a bonus got 24 hours in Dubai.
Melting, big building, air conditioned bus stops, fasting drivers, quad bikes, hot, sand dunes, fogging sunglasses, exfoliation by sand blasting, camels, 4WDing, hot, feeling bad about drinking water, spinning man, crazy! Good day Dubai. Good day.
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