So here is the blog as promised of my travels (travails?) back to Oz. It should have been a document of a round the world backpack trip through eastern europe, russia and across asia by train and bus and no planes. Instead it is to be coach, the interminable plane trip to the other side of the world, then get in the van to 2 week hotel quarantine.
We begin in Swindon, the bus station, which was the first thing i ever saw of the town. It is overcast and blowy but a pleasant temperature for speedwalking across town centre. Goodbye terrifyingly new and shiny metro bank, goodbye all those free ATMs (have they sorted that out in Sydney? I will find out soon), goodbye bus station.
The lady across the row from me in the bus decided mask wearing should only occur after she made a 10 minute phone call. People are the worst.
The east greets strangers running
We miss touch and sight of smiles
An intake of breath, smell of memory.
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