Jul 08

I think I'm actually going mad. Either that, or it happened a long time ago. Last night I jumped onto the Greyhound bus at Airlie Beach and got off it 11 hours later at 6am in Cairns. Having spent 5 hours in Cairns and acquired myself one rather painful Japanese Encephalitis jab, I'm just waiting for the 1pm bus to take me the 11 hours back down to Airlie again. To be perfectly honest, I've had better days. The thing is people have been asking me 'why?'- quite a reasonable question really. I say 'I'm going to Papua New Guinea'. 'Why?' they ask again. 'To live in the jungle and build huts for tribespeople'. It's at about that point in the conversation that both they and myself begin to question the state of my mental sanity... I'm probably the last person on earth that you'd ever expect to go all Ray Mears and trundle off into the jungle to become a builder. Ah well. Should be fun... *fingers crossed*