I had planned in my head over the last fifteen or so minutes how to start the next installment of my travel log. I went and got the notebook, plugged it in, and got electrocuted. A require a brief interlude so enjoy this picture of me holding a huge infant somewhere I can now no longer recall.

Having written this I can now remember how I wanted to start but I’ve subsequently already started so here goes with a different tangent.
I’ve got chapped lips.
A physical ailment associated with a dissociation from Australia.







