Almost over - hurrah!

Went to the beach and make a bit of a cock of myself.

Lost my passport. Spent all my remaining cash getting a new passport. Then, found old passport. Felt like a bit of a twat.

Eva went to Bangkok. I flew to America. Tried to start a fight with the taxi driver, but I got cold feet when I remembered I'm a six-stone pale Englishman, so I sat quietly.

Went out in America and tried "cock-blocking" (stopping guys from chatting up girls, by being more interesting than them) but, as you might have realised, I was just making them look interesting.

Gave up and went and bought a laptop. Back on the internet looking at the underwear pages of the M&S website. Just like being at home. God, I miss Eva.

Change your mobile number, I'm coming back to the UK next week.

The nightmare continues

Went to Brisbane, went straight to the gay district.

Stayed in an apartment.  It was nice.

Went out drinking.  Was sick.  A lot.

Visited the beach, took some photos.

Had a curry to eat.

Went back to Sydney.

The power went off.

Went for a drive

Hired a car and went for a long drive.

Met an old couple, they told us exactly where to go.

Went camping, got involved in some "general tom foolery".

Arrived in Perth.

Stayed in some hostels that, variously, smelled of poo, wee and another where we couldn't even have a poo in our own toilet.

Went to the beach, Eva lost her top (photo not on Flickr).

Now waiting at Brisbane airport.