The end is nigh

So this is it.

After three countries, 101 days, 41 different towns and cities, seven changes in time zone and more than 100 blog posts, I’m on my way home.

I’ve met some amazing people along the way, visited incredible farms and businesses, and seen some amazing scenery.

I’ve nearly been kidnapped, driven around a Grand Prix track, been eaten by fish, and got my own back by catching my own.

I’ve been run into, dined on kangaroo, been mistakenly married-off and baked in a bikini on Christmas day.

The end

I’ve also seen some huge extremes in weather and seen first-hand the start of one of the biggest disasters in recent Australian history. To say it’s been a bit crazy is a huge understatement.

I’m not sure I was able to say the same for India, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit sad to be leaving Australia. As much as Mr Poultry World rubbishes the place, I’ve really loved it.

Going back to chilly England and back to FW Towers is going to be really tough (as is having my Tim Tam supply cut off), but I’m looking forward to having access to more than four pairs of shoes and no longer living out of a suitcase. And seeing friends and family, I s’pose.

I hope those of you who’ve bothered reading this as I’ve gone along haven’t been too bored, or confused by my sense of humour. A big thank you to those who have commented, emailed or got in touch on Twitter – it’s been great to have your company along the way.

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1 Response to “The end is nigh”

  1. Simon

    Shame, it’s been a nice glimpse of sun in a cold English winter. Minus 5 this morning, hope you’re ready for the shock. Safe trip.