Every night I wake up to go to the loo and I wonder where the hell we are. In fact I refuse to go back to bed until I actually work out where we are. Between that and the neck exercises sitting on the loo is quite busy.
The next thing I know it’s morning and I go through the whole thing again. Cunnamulla? No. Quilpie? No. Burra? No wrong trip. Oh shit I know it’s Cairns…isn’t it?
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I don’t have that confusion any more. Perhaps you will grow out of it 🙂
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Ha ha
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Brilliant, that’s what travelling is often about isn’t it? Those just-waking moments when you don’t recognise the view or the area at all. At least you have the same bed I guess.
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That’s an advantage. I find I can’t sleep in hotel beds now.
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I know that feeling so well. Now I’m home it is working out what day it is!!!
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I love the picture!
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And there’s nothing in between those destinations.
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