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Hi, guys, Pukamon here! Ash and I just got back from Queensland. We had a lovely time there picking out stuff that got washed into Brisbane's creeks with Conservation Volunteers Australia, and I could actually do something beyond shuffling biscuits around plates this time, which was great. Queensland is as pretty as I remember it from family holidays, even rebuilding, and we got to drop in on a former flatmate of ours (the guy whose family lived with us for a couple of months), but this trip really made me remember:
I hate travelling!
Okay, not everything about travelling; I like poking around new places and the freedom that comes with the knowledge that you'll probably never see these people again. I just hate getting there. Let me tell you, Internets, it was a twenty hour drive up the Newell Highway to Brisbane, not counting stops, because Ash was like, "oh, after hopping across the ditch last week I can't afford the $210 to fly up there" so he decided gas wasn't too expensive to take a roadtrip instead. Flying's even worse than driving (too high for a good view of anything, x-rays) but at least that would have only been two hours long!
I know I should be looking on the bright side, like I got to play DJ with my iPod for half the trip, and I did like what we did when we got there, but then I remember that we're going back to Florida in a couple of weeks: Twenty-two hours going there and thirty-seven coming back (we've got a seven hour layover in LA). Aaaaargh.
I'm all for helping out. I'm all for seeing friends I haven't seen in months. I just wish it could be done a little bit closer to home. But most of the flood-hit areas in Victoria are either back on their feet now or need something we can't do.
... Sorry for the whining, everyone. You know you really need to go to bed when you make posts like this!
(OOC: My apologies if anyone's been looking for me! I've a massive assignment due today I've been working on. And because I like to try and be accurate with these things: The last date given here for the job Pukamon mentioned is actually the weekend before last, but it does say extended and ongoing, so I'm not sure if it actually happened.)
I hate travelling!
Okay, not everything about travelling; I like poking around new places and the freedom that comes with the knowledge that you'll probably never see these people again. I just hate getting there. Let me tell you, Internets, it was a twenty hour drive up the Newell Highway to Brisbane, not counting stops, because Ash was like, "oh, after hopping across the ditch last week I can't afford the $210 to fly up there" so he decided gas wasn't too expensive to take a roadtrip instead. Flying's even worse than driving (too high for a good view of anything, x-rays) but at least that would have only been two hours long!
I know I should be looking on the bright side, like I got to play DJ with my iPod for half the trip, and I did like what we did when we got there, but then I remember that we're going back to Florida in a couple of weeks: Twenty-two hours going there and thirty-seven coming back (we've got a seven hour layover in LA). Aaaaargh.
I'm all for helping out. I'm all for seeing friends I haven't seen in months. I just wish it could be done a little bit closer to home. But most of the flood-hit areas in Victoria are either back on their feet now or need something we can't do.
... Sorry for the whining, everyone. You know you really need to go to bed when you make posts like this!
(OOC: My apologies if anyone's been looking for me! I've a massive assignment due today I've been working on. And because I like to try and be accurate with these things: The last date given here for the job Pukamon mentioned is actually the weekend before last, but it does say extended and ongoing, so I'm not sure if it actually happened.)
