I'm going to Australia ?

I decided to pack only the essentials

Well it’s finally D-Day (Drew Day!?). Tommorow morning I`m driving off to Pearson and then spending the next 24 hours hurtling through the sky in a tiny seat at tremendous speed.


I hope my seat mate is an Australian model coming back from North America and has a thing for rocks… Ok, Ok, at the very least I hope I don’t get stuck next to any of the following:

1. A Disgustingly obese Elderly man with SARS who likes to recount endless stories about `how things used to be so much better at the turn of the century` and is only interrupted when he needs to get up and change his depends.
2. A teething child and her mother, who, insists on breast feeding her special `little guy` regularly throughout the flight.
3. Any of the cast members from Lost (that could be a little ominous)

However if I somehow manage to evade these potential turbulent partners I have a wonderful day ahead of me. Tomorrow morning is supposed to be a brisk -18C. I take off at 2:15 pm (baring icing over on the wings and gale force winds grounding the plane) and stop over briefly in Vancouver. Then a quick jaunt across half the Pacific to sunny Honolulu. There I’ll be taking in the beautiful Hawaiian climate for all of and hour and half. Then it’s back on the plane for a grueling flight to Sydney where I need to procure same day travel arrangements to Perth (should be fun). I can only hope that the in-flight movie is Corvette Summer and not Cannonball Run, sorry Burt but Mark's got you beat this time.

In all seriousness I`m going to miss all you guys. Please email me your mailing addresses for the summer so I can mail you. Well good bye for now and next time I see you I may have a wicked tan and a funny accent.