So I'm on a train down to London, and then on to a small town called Lewis where I'm meeting Hugh to have a Boags Premium or two and chat about footy. And then tomorrow morning it begins.
I've booked a train to Paris, and six weeks later, a flight back from Morocco. Time to work out what to do in between. I have unlimited trains, very limited money, and an overly heavy backpack that contains, amongst other things, an Australian cape, facepaint, and a sherrin - hopefully a foolproof recipe for an awesome European and North African adventure.
The only concrete plan I have so far is to be in Morocco on the 23rd August, to meet some friends who are skeptical I will actually turn up. So with virtually no plans, nothing booked, and a nice new shiny camera, I'm a day away from setting off. The trip is going to be intense with usually only 1 or 2 nights in each place, so (theoretically) I should have plenty of stories to blog about, which I will try and do regularly. I will also add photo's to facebook as I blog, so, if anyone other than my mum is actually reading this, you can check some of them out too.
Anyway, time to spend the next 3 and a half hours on a train, and play with my pretty new camera..
Have a good time! Remember, if you're in an InterCityExpress (ICE) train (German trains, also venture to neighbouring countries), there is a powerpoint in between each pair of seats, down low there somewhere
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