I’ve been thinking more and more about overseas travel recently. With the Aussie dollar plummetting against the UK Pound, it seems like quite a few people I know are considering zipping over there to work for a bit.
This is something I’ve considered many times before, but never quite got organised enough to do. And although now is not the ideal time family-wise (one two year-old and one about to be zero year-old), it’s bouncing around in my mind more than ever. At the very least, perhaps a holiday over there is in order. A chance to visit the rellies and get back to my English roots.
Why am I thinking of it now? There’s the friends working overseas factor. There’s my sister, currently midway through a holiday in the UK. There’s the Race Around The World factor – the whole adventure and travel thing. There’s all those Bill Bryson books I’ve been reading. And all those articles in the Travel section of the Saturday paper. It makes it very tempting.
Sometimes I really think I’d love to go backpacking for a bit. Just walk around exploring a new country, like so many people do before they reach this advanced stage of their 20s! In a strange land with just a sleeping bag and a pair of Blunnies to carry.
What are the chances of this happening? Dunno. Stay tuned.
Meanwhile, it’s only a couple of weeks until my driving test. And while I’ve been advised by one friend to keep it quiet that I’m taking a test in case I’m embarrassed if I fail (spot the person who failed one!) I’m quietly confident. Heck, even parallel parking is turning out to be easy. How hard can a 15-20 minute drive around South Oakleigh be?
