The Travelling Tent and Other Short Stories
January 9th 2007 On our final night in Sydney, our cell companion was a friendly local lad called Jason. That was friendly, until he went to sleep, at which point he started to burp, fart and sleep talk a little too aggressively for our liking. This prompted us to ditch the dorms and their unknown quantities, for our newly acquired tent (or travelling tent as it says on the cover) at our next stop; Port Macquari
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