Coles New World
Klaire and Adam
Coles New World
Welcome to Coles’ New World - the amazingly imaginative titled account of the Coles’ trip to...the New World. And the Old World. And a bit of Asia.
If, like us, you’ve read any other travel blogs, you’ll know that we’re supposed to “quit our jobs!!!” and “all our friends told us we were crazy!!” and “my mom was crying and saying we’d have our faces sewn onto a soccerball in Mexico..”
Well, not for Aussies. Not uncommon, actually (although we’re not doing the year in the UK thing). Klaire’s a lawyer, so will get a new job no dramas (probably her old one back), I’m a slack arse public servant so didn’t even have to quit (although I didn’t manage to convince them to keep paying me while I’m away), and not only are my parents not upset -
they beat us to it.So, after quite a few months of staying in and watching telly, eating rice, growing our own vegies and not drinking nice beer we’ve got a reasonable chunk of dinero built up. The mega-budget (TM) (aka. spreadsheet of doom) reckons this will be enough for 10 months worth of beer, wine, souvenir t-shirts, dodgy street food, with a couple of pesos/quetzals/quid/bottletops left over for a bed in a fleabag hostel.
Only one way to find out.