Sonofa...

I definitely have a crush. Fuck. Crushes are fun but I need to think about scuba diving, not cute boys!

I'm on the plane from Melbourne to Perth right now, which means my trip has really just begun.  So far I've ventured out of Melbourne for the Great Ocean Road and the Grampians, but that's about a teeny little pinprick out of the Australian landscape.  Its not just the boy that would have kept me in Melbourne longer though,  it is a great city and I can see myself living there easily.  Definitely a great start to this trip, I can't imagine what it would have been like if the last week had been spend somewhere I didn't feel comfortable.  Although as I type that, I can't really imagine not feeling comfortable somewhere -  I never want to leave New York or Vegas any time I go, and I wanted to stay forever in Belize and Guatemala.  So maybe it's just that my mind and heart fall in love with each place I'm in and heading somewhere else makes it break a little.  I remember I was almost in actual tears the morning I was driven out of Guatemala, because it was ending.  I wanted to see MORE - well today I'm doing just that, I am going to see EVERYTHING.  Only one week done, still five more to go - and only a bit more than four til I see the cute NZ guy again, aaaaaaaaaaaah. Waitaminute - isn't this blog supposed to be about my travels, not my romantic pursuits? Shit, sorry faithful readers (all what, five of you? hahahahaha).

As I said above, today really is when the journey begins.  To do those two excursions out of Melbourne - whoa interjection, I'm watching 'Burlesque' at the moment here on the plane and Alan Cumming (fuck I love him), just told Xtina 'baby, I should wash your mouth out with Jagermeister'.  AMAZING!  Okay back to Melbourne.  Both of those excursions had to be done with a tour group, as they were far out of the city and being a non-driver I had no way to get there myself.  The rest of my trip should be tour-group free (I fucking hope at least).  So from here on in it's all up to me.  Once my scuba course ends next week, the only time I have a set destination is to be up in Cairns on the 28th to see Tom and Tara from home.  I've been planning about ten days in that area, to dive the reef and learn to surf, and to wander around the tablelands, but I may shorten that up a bit and head down to Brisbane for a bit.  J, the British boy I met on Caye Caulker is heading there, he's been in Melbourne the whole time I was there but we didn't meet up so purrhaps we'll get to have a beer in Brisbane, or maybe a litre of rum so we can pretend we're still in Belize (although here it'll cost $40, instead of $6), haha.  Apparently it will be HOTTER here than there, YAY this has been the sunniest winter ever :D  And Brisbane would be another place to dive, another place to try surfing, and if I pick myself up a tent it'll be a great place to camp out on the beach a few nights.  That would be so amazing.

I've been here a week and am already heavily thinking of applying for a working visa to come back here.  Apparently it's not too easy once you turn 31, which means I have nine days to submit the application once I get home.   I did love Central America but never once thought about moving there, but a week here and I'm already curious how long my kitties would have to stay in quarantine for if I brought them over here with me to live with the 'roos.