After flying in from Christmas Island and crossing the International Dateline - not an interracial phone service for meeting someone for the ignorant amongst you - I lost 24 hours, or gained it, I don't really know, but I ended up a day ahead of when I took off. I was a little quiet the whole way into the hostel, I was going from private rooms with private bathrooms to 12 person dorms with one shared bathroom so I was a little nervous to say the least. Having never been in anything like this I was naturally a little nervous, but i met an English lad from Devon called Olly and we had a few beers and he regailed me with tales of his travels. People who travel really love to talk about travelling, or travellers,
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