Sydney

Sydney.. Oxford street.. Bondi beach..

There’s so much going trough my mind right now. We arrived in the big Oz yesterday. And we already had a beach breakfast, a walk about in Bondai, beach picnic, a whole nighter on Oxford street and a move to the most disgusting guest house in the world. A word of advise.. if you’re planning to live in Sydney. Avoid Cooee guest house. It’s in Kings Cross above the train station across the street from Happy Hockers.

Leaving Thailand was one of the most disturbing things I’ve done in a long long time. I miss it.. of course I do. But there’s always new places to see. New things to do..
It’s harder than I thought it would be. Maybe because I’m not the same young boy who does’nt care about anything.

A lot of people here shrugg their shoulders and says that it’s no worries..Everythings gonna be alright. Of course.. but it’s not that easy for me to just shrugg my shoulders and say.. “Hey,, what the fuck. I don’t care that someone had their period on my pillow and that it’s ok that someones black pubic hair is in my clean sheets.”
Maybe I’m to old for this. Or maybe I’ve just reach the point were I actually enjoy a little bit of comfort. Or at least clean sheets…
Tomorrow we’re moving to a new place. Tomorrow we’re going to look around and fix things.. and maybe.. just maybe tomorrow I will go on an interview.
Good luck to me. It’s all happening! Just come on over here and have a look.

I am Charlie. This is my travel. I am Charlies body on disgusting sheets.