I went for a dentist checkup yesterday. My mum is a dental nurse so it’s dead easy to get an appointment and that. It seemed that the entire building was aware of my scheme to go to Australia, everyone asking me when I’m going and all that. It kinda made me realise, I’m really sick of talking about it like I don’t know if I’m going or not.
I’ve spent a bit of time looking at the cost of travel, looking at the cheapest way to get the destinations I want to go (including direct to Melbourne) and it’s starting to look like I will need to make some compromises. My accumulated Avios points are helping me get further for less, and SkyScanner is amazing for finding the cheapest flights. Predictably, the cheapest options is to go straight to Melbourne, totally doable. For a mere £15 more I can stop off in Moscow and Seoul (with a train trip to Busan thrown in) as well. Sounds good so far, but then things start getting more expensive.
You could do no wrong checking out my pal Dan’s BLAWG, he’s been doing the Oz thing for a while now (total stole my idea by the way), following a successful trip to Beijing as an au pair. I’ve been keeping a close eye on his shenanigans, as he continues his quest to find live wild kangaroos and brew some rather delectable looking ales.
I used to live in Australia. A 9-month stint with my family spanning the years 1995-1996 (the time of PlayStation, Michael Jackson’s HIStory, and Disney’s Pocahontas). We lived in the most Northern of Perth’s suburbs, where I attended school and took up taekwon-do. A variety of reasons meant we had to come back to Scotland, where I’ve been ever since.Continue reading