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Beards, junk and travelling

The beard is still intact. Still irritating, but I'm getting more used to it, even if I do forget sometimes that it's there. We've been attempting to have a major clear out of stuff at home. The spare room was getting so crowded that sometimes you could barely get in the door. At least twice I've had to employ professional mountaineers and Sherpas to get me over the piles of junk to the computer.

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Rushing around like a headless chook

The past few weeks I've been rushing around like a headless chook, and haven't had much time to update my diary. So here's the latest, including tying up some loose ends from last month: Isaac's hair was eventually cut by a friendly neighbourhood barber - while Isaac was asleep The beard got shaved off a couple of weeks ago, and was webcast. If you missed it, it's still available I got flu a

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T minus 8 days

Well, take-off day is only 8 days away now. I'm getting less nervous about getting everything organised, and more excited at the prospect of stepping down on foreign soil for a bit of a wander round. I'm not really nervous of flying - the two airlines I'm using, Qantas and British Airways, seem to have pretty good safety records (particularly Qantas). Given the proximity of the flight path to the

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Departure day looms

I must admit that now, with about 36 hours until I stagger with my backpack through the big glass doors of International Departures at Tullamarine for my big trip overseas, the excitement of travel is starting to mix with the trepidation of missing (and being missed by) my family while I'm gone for the month. The idea of going off backpacking around Europe as part of a catch-up on the things I di

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Just going to London

The check-in chick asked me "Just going to London today, Mr Bowen?" Ahem. JUST London? Isn't that far enough to be going? It's halfway around the world for heaven's sake. Perhaps being booked to go on to Portugal via Greenland and Luxembourg might have made her job more exciting. Leaving my family at the doors to International Departures really underscored to me what a bloody stupid idea this

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Arrival

The plane touched down at some ungodly hour of the morning (I'm not sure exactly when; my brain doesn't quite grasp the concept of time before 6am). There had been a terrific view of London from the plane - but only for the people over the other side. And trying to get a glimpse out of a tiny aeroplane window from nine seats away has never really been my forte. We disembarked from the plane, th

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Nosing around Chichester

I don't really know what time my Grandparents usually wake up, but I'm guessing it's pretty early, because when I awoke sometime between 8 and 9, they gave the impression they'd been up for a while. I had my first shower and shave in a couple of days, and discovered that I don't think I like English showers any more than I like American ones. As I was to discover in the coming weeks, the Brits

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Behold! The Castle Arrrrrrrrrrrundel

On Friday morning we headed for Littlehampton, a town not far from my grandparents house. My grandad has an orange Disabled thingy for his car, which allows him to park it apparently virtually anywhere, with the possible exception of the Buckingham Palace lawn on top of a Corgi. On this occasion he parked in a disabled spot behind the main street, and we nipped into the supermarket, a medium-si

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Relaxing in Bognor

Saturday arrived, and with it the chance of some time with my uncle Kevin, his wife Liz (does that make her my Aunt-in-law or something?) and my cousins Sarah and Luke. Kevin was actually working in the morning, poor soul, but I headed over to their house in Bognor Regis in the Grandad-Fiat-o-mobile early for a chat and a walk around the town with the others. The "Regis" in Bognor Regis takes i

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Travelling north

It was Sunday morning, and time to say goodbye to my grandparents. We did the customary photo-taking in the garden - it's compulsory for everyone who visits to come home with a picture of themselves plus Grandad and Gran standing in front of the house. Then we drove to Bognor Regis station so I could catch the 0957 to London. We lined up at whatever they call the booking office nowadays (it mig