It's wildly presumptuous to think that I've ticked the big box next to Sydney; the home of 4.6 million people, 70 beaches, and an unconquerable number of coffee shops, but I feel the Oz chapter (yes, I'm resorting this tired old analogy) might be near its close. Perhaps I should throw Titanic in there again... I'm cheerfully nearing the economic iceberg that is Britain. I don't want to go down with this socially doomed ship. I've been like Iowan Gruffud looking for companions in the icy seas "Is anybody out there?!!"
So in a wildly roundabout way, I'm happy to report that I'll be coming home on the 5th of June. In the interim period I'm going to travel New Zealand and Melbourne to really get the most out of this part of the world, not only because I'm a great explorer and traveller...but because once I go home I won't really legally be allowed back.
