I’ve spent close to a week trying to figure out how to tell the story about my trip to Australia. The problem I’ve run into is that I don’t see much of a story to tell. In the past my travels have led me to all kinds of adventure and excitement. By “in the past” I actually mean my trip to Europe. But this time there wasn’t that pizzazz. It wasn’t like Europe where I went without a plan and met new people and made it up as I went along. This trip was your run of the mill tourist trip, nothing very exciting at all.
I traveled with a friend, so there wasn’t any need to meet anyone else. In hindsight, I would have had more fun traveling alone and hostel hopping but instead there was always a hotel booked and at least something in mind to do. I envied those who were staying at the hostels, they were not only traveling cheap but they were able to connect with new people and hang out with someone other than those they were traveling with.
The trip was a lot of fun, but it just lacked that edginess, the excitement that keeps the words flowing and the pages turning. So instead I’ll just talk about how I’m unable to write anything about it because it just wasn’t exciting enough to write about. Maybe this story was just one to be told over a cold beverage instead of over a keyboard. I can assure you that the next time I go it’ll be me, a car and lots of open road.
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