FiVe HuNDReD MiLeS

I came to the idea of making a small holiday before the “hardcore” travelling in Australia. The week on this “duty-free” archipelago looked accordingly.

There is not much to write about really. I lazed the week away on the beach or around the bungalow. I spent heaps of money on cheap beer, accomodation and stuff. I talked to other bacpackers for hours.
The only event worth mentioning is a petty skirmish with tequilla in “Raggae bar” the first night. I was tiredish ’cause I had not slept the night before. I survived the first shot ordered by an unsober Englisman. I blame myself for the second. That is what I know. I only woke up without glasses. For the second time. I was lucky enough to have bought two pairs in India. My score in the last six months is spectacular, I damaged glasses at a rock festival in Nepomuk, in India and Malaysia. So curious about burying the fourth pair!