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Well, oh Sydney, at least. I just got an email from Littlemave offering me a bed for the night I’ll be in Sydney. Yayyy!!!! (Sorry for the multiple posts today, but suddenly everything is starting to come together, and it’s all getting very exciting!)

Boreal and Mr Boreal are in Christchurch at the moment, so she PMed me on Friday to see if we could arrange a meetup. Sunday night looked like the only possible time, so I contacted the local Bookcrossers, and despite the last minute organisation, we managed to get together a small meetup (me, the boreals,…

…tend to gang agley due to the lure of a lazy weekend, or they do in my life, anyway. I had all these good intentions of spending the weekend working on my linguistics essay, preparing Wednesday’s ESOL lesson so I don’t have to do it at the last minute, testing out my new secret super-powers…

It’s Wednesday in New Zealand, 11.30 am, which means that theoretically I should be home by now. The observant among you will have noticed that the date at the top of this entry doesn’t say Wednesday though. That’s because I’m still in America. In Los Angeles airport, to be exact. And the reason I’m an…

Dinner at El Pollo Loco (which translates as Crazy Chicken! :-)) – a chain version of the taqueria we stopped at for lunch. We’ve decided on a change of plans for tomorrow. Instead of following Route 66 out of LA, we’re going to head into Nevada and go to Las Vegas! Hmm, I suppose I…