I'm doing it all over again. So far so good. Right now I am standing in Sydney airport, its 10:30 on Monday morning and I have certainly felt better. I have had a good week over here on the east coast. Oli and Monique very both hospitable and entertaining. Monique discovered taxis charge a puke fee, oli screamed something about pies and ran off down the street after an unsuccessful scuffle over the only set of house keys, and we quickly discovered that energy drink-induced heart palpitations are a bit disconcerting. Getting into Sydney Gemma was an enthusiastic host taking me out on a touristy day of opera houses and bridges, beaches and ferries. Although her commitment was put to the test when i suggested we dine on Kangaroo/Emu/Crocodile pizza. I really wanted to savour one last piece of australia before i left. Really. Just had my name read out over a loudspeaker so I should probably get on the plane. Later Cuzzes.