Between a rock and a hard place

Yea, I'm in Tasmania. It's been raining stair rods since I arrived but now I'm safely in an internet cafe, the sun has decided to come out! I was told that Tas is very English and I can see why. On the coach from Devonport to Launceston I was convinced that somehow I'd managed to travel halfway around the world overnight and was travelling through Kent - same rolling hills, same animals, (same rain) and same architecture. There seems to be the same attitude as well ie. nothing is open late and Saturday afternoons are as dead as a doorknob. This may be the third oldest city in Australia but it definitely has a small town feel.

In other news, Australia is much more expensive than South America and I'm starting to notice the depletion of my bank account. So I've had to make some decisions about where not to go and taking advice from my friend G I've decided to give Ulhuru a miss. It is, after all, just a big rock in the middle of the desert and, unless you understand the Aboriginal culture/beliefs surrounding it, that's all it is.

Also I'm getting tired again so I need to decide how much longer I can take this travelling malarky - it's been three and a half months and I'm beginning to lose any sense of enjoyment of being on holiday, I definitely need the contrast of routine/work to enjoy the freedom of travelling. Not to worry, it'll all be over soon and I'll be back to make your lives miserable. Brace yourselves!