Australia, Baby!

Perhaps it's because I've never flown that far before. Perhaps it's because I've never been on a holiday of this scale largely on my own. Perhaps it's because of the wedding I'm planning to attend in Brisbane. Perhaps it's because I've not been off this blummin' continent since 2005.

But I'm terribly excited about going to Australia tonight. Even the thought of being in transit for over a day (22 hours of which is just the flight) isn't really discouraging me.

I'll be flying into Sydney Sunday morning, and heading off to Brisbane on Tuesday. Everything else is a blank slate (I've been advised to remain flexible contrary to my inherent instinct to plan, plan and then plan some more), but I want to spend some time in the Whitsundays sailing and possible learning to dive - I'm only restricted by time I think. But hey; now I'm just getting ahead of myself.

So here I am sitting, watching the clock tick by until it's time to go. I'm already packed and stuff, but I can't help feeling like I'm not ready. It's probably due to the scope of the exercise, but I dunno. Still, all part of the fun I guess.

I'll see you all in a couple of weeks then!