It was slowly beginning to feel like the day would never come but, finally, or time working in Bundaberg has come to an end. It has been eight weeks of the same daily routine day in, day out... wake up, breakfast, bus to work, work, bus back to hostel, fight for the shower, eat dinner, chat, watch TV, read, eat some bedtime munchies, sleep. For the first five, maybe even six weeks, it had really not bothered me too much as it was quite nice to have a base, completely unpack our backpacks and stick around with the same crowd. By week seven it began to feel like our travels up to this break were nothing but a distant memory. Sure, we have had some really good nights drinking cheap boxes of goon, sharing ipods and
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