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Captains log. T minus 1 till trek through the outback. O4:00 hours. Its game-time. May the best man, or kangaroo win.
After a successful 3 week invasion of Sydney, Melbourne and Adelaide, we prepare to backpack through the outback. All on our lonesome (god help us). Should I not blog again, assume the worst: that I was taken out by an angry mob of kangaroos. And send help.
Until now, we have stuck to civilization. Wrapped in the comforting blanket of street lights and restaurants. The familiar scenes of pubs and clubs, night life and city sights. Friendly faces and well lit spaces...Until now....Dun dun!
Yes, my dear friends, tomorrow we venture out into the Australian outback...throwing caution to the wind! Living on the edge... To may or may not return. At least in the same state we left. Cause lemme tell ya...yours truly was never much of a camper (my definition of roughing it MAY be categorized as staying at a Holiday Inn with no working hair dryer) and only time will tell whether I finally lose it after 9 days of wilderness. With no porters in sight, no concierge to speak of, no Melbourne cup hats or dresses, no civilization for ages...only time will tell whether you see me on the evening news mistaking a cacti for a taxi in the middle of the desert in some lame attempt to hail it back to humanity... Or potentially asking a camel for my check please in the nicest possible manner before calling over the manager, wallaby in waiting, to complain of poor service. Or perhaps it will be a slightly less extreme epic fail in the wilderness. Such as merely attempting to board Ayers Rock as if it were an airplane and requesting an upgrade before takeoff.
Or MAYBE. Just MAYBE we will witness an epic success in turning over a new leaf in ruggedness! We can only hope the answer is YES. (hope springs eternal)
However, if my backpacking experience thus far is any indication of what the future may hold, I wouldn't hold my breath. Because my bed broke right through last night, my bag is larger than life and even with the mailing of clothes and feathered hats back to the USA, the bag remains neither manageable nor neccessary in the outback. At the very least, yours truly has perfected the pronunciation of "now THAT'S a KNIFE!" So we have that going for us...which is nice.
So cheers to our big outback adventure. And stay tuned for Manhattan meets outback. Who will prevail?? Only time will tell...but in the meantime, its time to get my gameface on...smear kangaroo blood as warpaint, throw a drop bear rug around myself as a cape, befriend a few dingos for protection and throw some shrimp on the barbie for good measure...and may the best man, or kangaroo, win. Over and out for now. More updates to follow (and again...if no updates follow for some number of weeks...send help at your earliest convenience).
After a successful 3 week invasion of Sydney, Melbourne and Adelaide, we prepare to backpack through the outback. All on our lonesome (god help us). Should I not blog again, assume the worst: that I was taken out by an angry mob of kangaroos. And send help.
Until now, we have stuck to civilization. Wrapped in the comforting blanket of street lights and restaurants. The familiar scenes of pubs and clubs, night life and city sights. Friendly faces and well lit spaces...Until now....Dun dun!
Yes, my dear friends, tomorrow we venture out into the Australian outback...throwing caution to the wind! Living on the edge... To may or may not return. At least in the same state we left. Cause lemme tell ya...yours truly was never much of a camper (my definition of roughing it MAY be categorized as staying at a Holiday Inn with no working hair dryer) and only time will tell whether I finally lose it after 9 days of wilderness. With no porters in sight, no concierge to speak of, no Melbourne cup hats or dresses, no civilization for ages...only time will tell whether you see me on the evening news mistaking a cacti for a taxi in the middle of the desert in some lame attempt to hail it back to humanity... Or potentially asking a camel for my check please in the nicest possible manner before calling over the manager, wallaby in waiting, to complain of poor service. Or perhaps it will be a slightly less extreme epic fail in the wilderness. Such as merely attempting to board Ayers Rock as if it were an airplane and requesting an upgrade before takeoff.
Or MAYBE. Just MAYBE we will witness an epic success in turning over a new leaf in ruggedness! We can only hope the answer is YES. (hope springs eternal)
However, if my backpacking experience thus far is any indication of what the future may hold, I wouldn't hold my breath. Because my bed broke right through last night, my bag is larger than life and even with the mailing of clothes and feathered hats back to the USA, the bag remains neither manageable nor neccessary in the outback. At the very least, yours truly has perfected the pronunciation of "now THAT'S a KNIFE!" So we have that going for us...which is nice.
So cheers to our big outback adventure. And stay tuned for Manhattan meets outback. Who will prevail?? Only time will tell...but in the meantime, its time to get my gameface on...smear kangaroo blood as warpaint, throw a drop bear rug around myself as a cape, befriend a few dingos for protection and throw some shrimp on the barbie for good measure...and may the best man, or kangaroo, win. Over and out for now. More updates to follow (and again...if no updates follow for some number of weeks...send help at your earliest convenience).
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