Day Seventy Three

My desk today is on yet another Greyhound bus heading towards Sydney. Last night, Newcastle YHA was all about smells. The corridors smelt of the kitchen, the kitchen smelt of bad mince (again! Why always bad mince?), the carpets were fusty and foot high, the toilets smelt revolting and my room smelt of stale perfume/cheap deodorant. Which is a shame as the building was pretty gorgeous. Went for a run this morning and turned right at the end of the road. Apparently if I’d turned left it would have been horizontal rather than the vertical I was faced with. This is possibly my last greyhound experience on this trip.


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