As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by an international flight, it seems like I am nearing the end of my trip. I still have to figure out how exactly I am getting home, since my return flight leaves from Perth on July 31 and only goes as far as L.A. Wishful thinking at the time was that I would be working in Perth and would fly home just for a wedding and then head back to my job as an intrepid exploration geologist, scouring the deserts of Western Australia for the next big gold mine. I also figured I would save money by not buying a connection flight back to Canada, because I would be making gobs of it when I found a job. What a difference 9 months makes. I am hoping I can call up Qantas and they well let me both move my flight up and let me leave from Melbourne or Sydney, since I really don't feel like making the 4000km trip back to the west coast. As far as getting out of L.A., once I sell the car, I should be able to snag a westjet ticket and worst case scenario, there is always the 3 day greyhound trip. Yikes.
Hopefully some young traveler will be keen on my little recession-mobile and take it off my hands in the next week or two. I still have to replace the starter motor, but in a place as big of Syndey, I think I can probably find a used one for pretty cheap, and in the mean time, I still have an opera house to check out, among other things!
-A.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
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