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Having secretly rented a car, Liz picked me up from the airport soaked in glorious sunshine yesterday afternoon. A walk down to the beach was in order upon arrival at her grandparents’ home, followed by a few beers by the backyard pool as dusk approached. I managed to last until almost ten o’clock local before finally succumbing to the effects of 25 hours of travel and almost 45 hours without real sleep. I’m sure that I wasn’t making much sense in the final hours before I hit the sack.

We have a few days of rest, relaxation, and a bit of shopping here in on the Gold Coast before we fly over to Christchurch, New Zealand on Tuesday.

I’m at Sydney Kingsford waiting for my flight up to Gold Coast, so I payed the $2 for 10 minutes at this pretty dumb internet kiosk. Anyways, safe so far with all my parts and luggage intact!! Some crazy russian cab driver walked up to me and offered to transfer me from the International Terminal to the Domestic Terminal for fifty cents cheaper than the shuttle bus would have been… and I was his only passenger. Well I think I still have all my parts and luggage….