The flight over to London was the longest that I had ever spent in transit. The annoying thing about Australia is that it is close to nowhere and far away from everywhere. After 1.5 hours sleep on a 24 hour flight I had turned into Super Sook 2000. When I was going through customs the official was looking over my entry card and started asking the standard questions “Are you travelling alone?” “Yes” his response? “Oh oh this isn’t good”. I laughed, thinking that he was joking about how I shouldn’t be alone. In reality it was because he had gotten to the part of my entry card where I am meant to fill in the address that I will be staying at in which I had written the words ‘unknown’. For some stupid reason, the
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