As always I have a million words in my head... but so few on paper. I decided to break out of my comfort zone and travel to Australia alone. Not really knowing what to expect but anticipating it being a bit uncomfortable. Being alone is hard for me. Although I've been alone a lot recently, and with my divorce date marching closer it seemed easier to be a world away than sitting in a home I once shared with someone else. So in what seems true to recent form I ran as far away as I possibly could (but to a land where everyone still speaks English).
Normally on trips there is someone to share moments with, but travelling solo this poses a bit of a problem. 'Big Red' and my sidekick 'Chloe' are decent company but I'll doubt they'll be able to share a glass of wine with me years from now and laugh or cry over the absurdities that are bound to happen. So I have decided to do what I generally quite hate and try and write about my travels. Probably it will end up way too introspective and less about actual happenings but really this is for me 20 years from now so if its not your cup of tea, bugger off - won't bother me a bit.
