Seriously, WTF? I tried to be nice and look where that has gotten me. I have come to your shores, twice now, open-hearted and excited to explore an island continent yet unknown to me. What with your furry eucalyptus-eating creatures, animals with baby-laden pockets, and unfailing economy, you appear to be so damn likable. But, Australia, you have gotten the better of me. Twice.
Yesterday, as I traveled the 20-million hours back home from Perth, on my birthday, I wondered, "Australia, what have I ever done to you?" Why, yet again, did I find myself in a foreign doctor's office, coughing up god-know's what and meat pies? Why were my dreams of snuggling with wombats put to sleep with five days of fever and far too much Nyquil? Why, Australia, why? ...I swear I was totally kidding about that whole steal a Koala idea...
sick and grumpy traveler