So apropos...

I have arrived in Australia. Last night Rikki and I landed in Sydney, caught a connecting flight to Brisbane, and slept in the airport until she got on the next plane to Cairns.
It was extremely weird flying out of Vancouver and saying "Peace out!" to the land mass I've been born, raised, and living on for the last 22 years.
I learned something along the way though. The further away from Canada you get, the more bitchin' the airplanes. Progressively, each flight had a better airplane, with wicked ass GPS effects, and full on meals, and what seemed like 40 flight attendants.
I still didn't sleep though!
For some reason my body does not allow me to sleep while sitting up, nor while slightly reclined. I basically chugged on flight red bulls to stay awake for 3 days straight because I was trapped in this weird, unable to sleep but extremely tired limbo if I didn't.
Honolulu airport was shit. It's an extremely awesome building though. Essentially, the entire structure is open, being that there is not really any exterior walls or doors in the entire thing. Rather, because it's so humid I imagine, it's just one big patio. There was no where to sleep though, and Rikki and I ended up sleeping on a bench for only 3 hours while I snored and scared people passing by.
Right now, I'm extremely tired and am sitting in my friend Ailsa's room trying to recover from the lengthy ass flight. Her and I are going adventuring the next 4 days, she has them off from work. I've compiled a list of things to see in Brisbane and the area. The Storey Bridge, Australia Zoo, Gold Coast beach. The landscape here is gorgeous. All hills and plants and oceans and rivers. Beautiful. Ailsa has informed me though, that I do only have the week to stay here with her and find a place to work and live, which may have planted a seed of altering my plans. A week (excluding the days of sightseeing) is an extremely short period of time to find work and a place to live, which has made me extremely nervous. But, I was in pretty much the same situation when I moved to the mountains, and that worked out all right. :)
We'll see where this week takes me, for now, I'm just happy to be here.

And so it is...

Well, I have never kept any sort of personal record before. Awkward!
I shaved my legs with an electric razor because it was extremely humid. Not all the way, just enough to maintain strength and manliness through body hair, but enough to keep my legs bitchingly cool through the Southwestern Ontario heat. Which is ridiculous.
Living in the mountains was great. No sweating! Ever! Really dry though, lots o' bloody noses. The ones where your boogers become sharp daggers and punch holes in your nasal cavity.
I'm in Ontario right now, rounding up what has seemingly turned into the longest two weeks ever. Stuck in Canadian Shield purgatory fresh from a year long stay in the mountains. Making the rounds to friends and family before I take leave for Australia and then who knows where. "Hello"'s and "How have you been?"s, quickly followed by the "Well, see you later!". The obligation of visiting half strangers and sitting through awkward visits because you share some of the same blood. Strange.
It shall be nice to escape the continent on August 12th. Hop on a plane and say goodbye to Canada for what I should hope to be an extended period of time. I should like very much to see and absorb as much as this world has to offer, or at the very least as much as I can handle, before I consider coming back.
Although, CNN keeps airing headlines about this horrific mid air collision that happened over the Hudson river in New York. Discovery Channel at the same time aired a worst case scenario type documentary about another mid air collision. With re-enactments. Coincedence?? Probably.