Singapore:
Eller næsten, i hvert fald. Jeg skulle flyve til Singapore fra Sydney d. 23 september kl. 13.05 med JetStar, via Darwin. De første træningsløb til Formel 1 Grand Prix'et var den næste dag, og jeg havde besluttet at det nok var en fordel at ankomme dagen før, så jeg ikke var rejsetræt når det hele begyndte. Hotellet var også booket fra d. 23.
Glad og forventningsfuld tog jeg så til lufthavnen i god tid. Jeg havde dog overset en enkelt detalje: jeg havde ingen billet tilbage til Australien. Dette var egentlig lidt med vilje; i fald jeg skulle få lyst til at blive et par dage ekstra i Singapore, ville jeg ikke være hæmmet af at skulle booke en ny billet, og annullere den gamle.
Efter at have ventet i lufthaven et par timer, en væsentlig del af tiden i en bagagedrop-kø, kom jeg endelig op til disken, hvor jeg skulle have mit boardingpass udstedt...
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"Yes, that's me."
"You're just checking a single bag in?"
"Yep. I prefer to travel light."
"Any dangerous items in your luggage?"
"Not to my knowledge, no."
"Allright."
[pause]
"This is a one way ticket. Have you got a return ticket to Australia?"
"No, I haven't."
"I'm afraid I can't let you fly, then."
"...what?"
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Tilsyneladende kan man ikke komme ind i Singapore, uden også at have en billet ud derfra. Dette er sikkert tilfældet i mange lande, men da jeg hidtil kun har rejst inden for EUs grænser, har det ikke været noget problem. Men så blev jeg da det klogere.
Da flyet jeg skulle med skulle til at lette (af uransagelige årsager var jeg ved at checke in i sidste øjeblik, til trods for at jeg havde været i lufthaven i ret god tid), var der ikke tid til at booke mig en returbillet på stedet. I stedet blev jeg sendt videre til en servicedisk, hvor en venlig dame udskød min billet til samme tid næste dag, og jeg fik besked på at møde op om morgenen med en billet tilbage til Australien. Lettere slukøret fandt jeg en computer, bookede en billet fra Singapore til Darwin d. 27. september og tog toget tilbage til byen. Der indlogerede jeg mig på et lille hotel tæt på min yndlingsbar, ringede til Hotels.com, som jeg havde booket mit hotel gennem, og bad dem om at ringe til hotellet og fortælle at jeg ikke ville komme før næste dag.
Derefter gik jeg på bar.
Jeg ankom til Singapore hen på aftenen. Til trods for at klokken var 23, var det pokkers varmt, og luftfugtigheden har ligget på omkring 80%.
Da jeg ikke havde lyst til at sætte mig ind i den lokale offentlige transport, tog jeg en taxa til hotellet. Glad over endelig at være ankommet, gav jeg chaufføren nydelige drikkepenge, samlede min bagage op og gik op til disken...
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"Hello sir. How can I help?"
"Yes, I have a reservation under Olsen. Erik Olsen."
[tasten på computer]
"I'm sorry sir, but I cannot find your reservation."
"...oh? Well, that's a bit of a worry. I was supposed to arrive yesterday, but couldn't make it. But my booking agency should have called and informed you."
"What is the name of your booking agent?"
"Hotels.com"
[mere tasten på computer]
"I'm sorry sir, but nothing comes up. Have you paid for your stay here?"
"Yes, yes I have."
"Allright... I'll see what I can do. I just have to call my manager."
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Slutteligt fik jeg tildelt et værelse reserveret til nogle andre gæster, som ikke var dukket op.
Næste dag tog jeg i Singapore Zoologiske have, inden jeg tog ned til racerbanen. For dem som ikke ved det, er Singapore Singtel Formula 1 Grand Prix en smule unikt. Ud over at banen ikke er en regulær racerbane, men derimod en del af byens gader, som er spærret af til ræset, er det det eneste Grand Prix som køres om natten. For at opveje for det manglende lys, har arrangørerne ophængt 1485 projektører a 2000 Watt stk. over den 5,o67 km lange bane. Resultatet er slående. Til trods for mørket, ser banen ud til at være badet i dagslys.
Ud over løber sker der en masse andet i de tre dage det tager. Der køres Porsche- og BMW Cup på banen i løbet af dagen, og der er arrangeret koncerter og anden underholdning fra ca. kl. 15 til 1 om natten. Om fredagen kører teams'ne træningsrunder på banen, lørdag er der tidskørsel som bestemmer på hvilken placering kørerne starter til selve løbet, og om søndagen er selve løbet.
Det var noget af en oplevelse, og bestemt noget jeg kunne finde på at gøre igen.
Darwin -> ?:
Mandag d. 27 september indfandt jeg mig i Changi Airport, hvor jeg skulle flyve (endnu engang med JetStar) til Darwin. Jeg havde dog ikke lagt nogle planer for hvad der skulle ske når jeg ankom, men jeg var sikker på at jeg nok skulle finde på noget.
Vi ankom til Darwin omkring kl. 7 om morgenen. Jeg havde ikke fået noget søvn i flyet, og overvejede at tage en bus ind til byen for der at finde et hostel at overnatte på. De planer forsvandt dog som dug for solen ved synet af biludlejningsdiskene. Pludselig virkede det som en kanon idé at leje en bil og køre til Ayers Rock. Hvor svært kan det være?
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"Good morning sir. What can I do for you?
"Good morning. I'd like to rent a car."
"Okay. You haven't reserved one?"
"Nope."
"Eh heh heh. Allright..."
[tasten på computer, roden i papirer]
"It seems you're in luck. We've got two vehicles available. A Holden Commodore and a Toyota RAV4."
"I'll take the Toyota."
[tasten på computer]
"Actually, it seems I can't give you the Toyota."
"Right, I'll take the Commodore, then."
"Okay. Can I see your driver's license?"
"Sure."
"How much over 25 are you?"
"I'm not. I'm 24."
"Oookaay... I'll just have to call my manager."
[telefonsamtale]
"He says it's okay. How long would you like to hire it?"
"Yes, that... I'm not sure. Incidentally, do you know how it'll take me ot drive to Ayers Rock and back?"
"Heh heh heh. That's quite a long way. Eh... you might want to plan your trip. There are some motels along the way... if you leave soon, you might be able to reach Tennant Creek today. But in total... 6 days, perhaps?"
"Okay. I'll take the car for 10 days, then."
"10 days? Okay. Now, you should be aware that it's a V6 engine, so you won't get very good fuel economy."
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Jeg fik lov at leje bilen. Da jeg havde fået udleveret nøglerne og funden den, fandt jeg den første og bedste tankstation, hvor jeg købte et kort over Northern Territory. Og så satte jeg kursen mod Alice Springs.
Ærligt talt var det en kedelig tur. Dvs. Køreturen var kedelig. Fra Darwin til Alice Springs er der lidt over 1400 km. Og til Ayers Rock er det yderligere omkring 450 km. Vejen går overvejende lige ud, og du kan køre i timevis uden at møde et øje.
Oplevelserne synes jeg dog var det hele værd. Jeg fik set Ayers Rock og the Olgas (nogle andre klipper nær ved), jeg fik set King's Canyon, redet dromedar og jeg var omkring Litchfield National Park (nabo til den mere kendte Kakadu National Park). Jeg så nogle fantastiske landskaber, fik overnattet nogle anderledes steder, fik set krokodiller, og fik endelig købt mig en hat! Skulle jeg dog gøre noget lignende en anden gang, vil jeg dog finde nogen at køre med.
Efter Ayers Rock tur/retur, var der stadig et par dage til jeg skulle aflevere bilen, så jeg brugte et par dage i Darwin, overnattende på et youth hostel.
Perth:
Jeg ankom til Perth fredag d. 8. oktober omkring middagstid. Derfra var det meningen at jeg skulle tage en bus til Ravensthorpe (ca. 110 km fra Jerramungup), hvor Bruce eller Peta så ville hente mig. Men endnu en gang ville tingene det ikke som jeg ville. Bussen var kørt kl. 8 om morgenen, og den næste gik ikke før søndag. Jeg informerede Peta om dette, og hun spurgte om jeg ikke kunne vente til mandag, hvor der gik en bus direkte til Jerramungup. Det havde jeg intet problem med. Eller...
Leje af bil, samt div. overnatninger på min roadtrip havde drænet mine finanser noget, og udsigten til at skulle bruge penge på yderligere tre overnatninger lå ikke så godt til mig. Jeg fandt dog et okay hostel, hvor jeg lejede mig ind på en firepersoners sovesal. Hostel'et var fyldt med unge mennesker af alverdens nationaliteter, og jeg endte faktisk med at have det sjovere (som i fest-sjovere) i Perth end både Sydney og Darwin. Who knew?
Opsummering for dovne/travle læsere: Jeg var til F1 Grand Prix i Singapore, på roadtrip fra Darwin til Ayers Rock, I litchfield National park og et smut i Perth. På turen er jeg gang på gang løbet ind i problemer, men jeg har klaret mig helskindet tilbage til farmen, væsentligt fattigere, men en del oplevelser rigere.
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English for the Danish Impared:
Singapore:
Or almost, at least. I was supposed to fly to Singapore from Sydney on September 23rd. at 1.05 PM with JetStar, via Darwin. The first test runs for the Formula 1 Grand Prix were the next day, and I had decided that it probably was a good idea to arrive a day before, so I wouldn't be tired from travelling when it all started. My hotel was bookes from the 23rd as well.
Happy and expectant, I went to the airport in good time. I had ,however, missed one little detail: I didn't have a ticket back to Australia. This was actually slightly on purpose; should I desire to stay a couple og more days in Singapore, I wouldn't be inhibited by having to book a new ticket and cancel the old one.
After having waited in the airport for a couple of hours, a significant amount of that time spent in a baggage drop-of line, I made it to the counter where I would get my boarding pass...
"Erik Olsen?"
"Yes, that's me."
"You're just checking a single bag in?"
"Yep. I prefer to travel light."
"Any dangerous items in your luggage?"
"Not to my knowledge, no."
"Allright."
[pause]
"This is a one way ticket. Have you got a return ticket to Australia?"
"No, I haven't."
"I'm afraid I can't let you fly, then."
"...what?"
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Apparently, one can't get into Singapore without having a ticket back out. This is probably the case in many countries, but so far I have only ever traveled within the European Union, and there it isn't a problem. But at least I learned something.
As the plane was about to take off (for some reason, I was checking in at the last minute, despite the fact that I had been at the airport quite early), there wasn't time to book me a ticket from Singapore on the spot. Instead I was sent to a servicedesk, where a nice lady rearranged my ticket for the same time next day, and I was told to be there in the morning with a ticket back into Australia. Slightly disappointed, I found a computer, booked at ticket from Singapore to Darwin and took the train back to the city. There I fund a small hotel near my favorite bar, called Hotels.com, through whom I had booked my hotel, and asked them to phone the hotel and tell them I couldn't make it today.
Then I went drinking.
I arrived in Singapore sometime in the evening. Despite the fact that it was around 11PM, it was bloody hot, and the humidity has been around 80%.
As I didn't want to work out the locak public transportation, I took at cap to the hotel. Happy to finally have arrived, I tipped the driver somewhat genreously, picked up my luggage and went up to the counter...
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"Hello sir. How can I help?"
"Yes, I have a reservation under Olsen. Erik Olsen."
[typing on keyboard]
"I'm sorry sir, but I cannot find your reservation."
"...oh? Well, that's a bit of a worry. I was supposed to arrive yesterday, but couldn't make it. But my booking agency should have called and informed you."
"What is the name of your booking agent?"
"Hotels.com"
[more typing on keyboard]
"I'm sorry sir, but nothing comes up. Have you paid for your stay here?"
"Yes, yes I have."
"Allright... I'll see what I can do. I just have to call my manager."
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In the end I got a room reserved for some other guests who hadn't showed up. The next day I went to Singapore Zoo, before I went to the race track. For those who don't know, the Singapore Singtel Formula 1 Rgand Prix is a bit unique. Besides the track not being an actual race track, but rather some of the city's streets which are fenced off for the race, it is the only race that is held at night. To make up for the lack of light, the people arranging it has put up 1485 lights of 2000 Watts each over the 5,067 km long track. The results are striking. Despite the darkness, the track appears as lit by daylight.
Apart from the race, a lot of other things happen over the tree days it all goes on. There is a Porsche and BMW Cup on the track during the day, and koncerts and other kinds of entertainment has been arranged from around 3PM to 1AM. On Friday, the teams have a few test runs on the track, Saturday is the time challenge, which determines in which position the drivers start at the race, and on Sunday is the actual race.
It was quite an experience, and definitely something I would like to do again.
Darwin -> ?:
Monday the 27th, I showed up at Changi Airport, where I was to fly (once again with JetStar) to Darwin. I didn't have any plans as to what was going to happen once I arrived, though I was sure I'd come up with something.
We arrived in Darwin at around 7AM, and as I hadn't had any sleep on the plane, I considered taking a bus to Darwin find a youth hostel and spend a night there. Those plans disappeared instantly, though, when I saw the car rental counters. Suddenly it seemed like an excellent idea to rent a car and drive to Ayers Rock. How hard can it be, right?
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"Good morning sir. What can I do for you?
"Good morning. I'd like to rent a car."
"Okay. You haven't reserved one?"
"Nope."
"Eh heh heh. Allright..."
[typing on keyboard, shuffeling of papers]
"It seems you're in luck. We've got two vehicles available. A Holden Commodore and a Toyota RAV4."
"I'll take the Toyota."
[typing on keyboard]
"Actually, it seems I can't give you the Toyota."
"Right, I'll take the Commodore, then."
"Okay. Can I see your driver's license?"
"Sure."
"How much over 25 are you?"
"I'm not. I'm 24."
"Oookaay... I'll just have to call my manager."
[phone call]
"He says it's okay. How long would you like to hire it?"
"Yes, that... I'm not sure. Incidentally, do you know how it'll take me ot drive to Ayers Rock and back?"
"Heh heh heh. That's quite a long way. Eh... you might want to plan your trip. There are some motels along the way... if you leave soon, you might be able to reach Tennant Creek today. But in total... 6 days, perhaps?"
"Okay. I'll take the car for 10 days, then."
"10 days? Okay. Now, you should be aware that it's a V6 engine, so you won't get very good fuel economy."
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I got to hire the car. After I got the keys and found the car, I pulled in to the first and best service station, where I bought a map over the Northern Territory. And then I yurned towards Alice Springs.
Honestly, the trip was boring. Thatis, the drive was. From Darwin to Alice Springs it's just over 1400 km. And furter on to Ayers Rock, it's an additional 450 km, approximately. The road is mostly straight, and you can drive for hours without meeting anyone.
The experiences were worth it all, though. I got to see Ayers Rock and the Olgas (Some other rocks nearby), I saw King's Canyon, I rode a camel and I went through Litchfield National Park (neighbor to the more famous Kakadu National Park). I saw some fantastic landscapes, slept some interesting places, saw crocodiles and finally bought myself a hat! Although, if I were to do something similar another time, I'd find someone to travel with.
After the trip, I still had the car for a couple of days, so I spent a couple of days in Darwin on a hostel.
Perth:
I arrived in perth on Firday October 8th, around noon. From there I was supposed to go by bus to Ravensthorpe (some 110 km from Jerramungup), where either Bruce or Peta would pick me up. But once again, things didn't work out as I wanted them to. The bus had left at 8 that morning, and the next one wouldn't leave until Sunday. When I informed Peta about this, she asked me if I could wait until Monday, where a bus would leave directly for Jerramungup. I told her I didn't have a problem with that. Or...
The hire of a car, along with various stays at motels on my roadtrip had drained my finances somewhat, and the outlook to having to spend money on accomodation for an additional three nights didnt' sit well with me. I found an acceptable hostel, though, where I rented a bed in a four-person dorm. The hostel were filled with young people from all over the world, and I actually ended up having a better time (as in party-better) in Perth than in either Sydney and Darwin. Who knew?
Summary for lazy/busy readers:
I went to the F1 GP in Singapore, was on roadtrip from Darwin to Ayers Rock, went to Litchfield National Park and snept a couple of nights in Perth. On this trip I've run into trouble time and again, but I've made it through, notably poorer, but richer in experiences.
/EMO
Singapore:
Or almost, at least. I was supposed to fly to Singapore from Sydney on September 23rd. at 1.05 PM with JetStar, via Darwin. The first test runs for the Formula 1 Grand Prix were the next day, and I had decided that it probably was a good idea to arrive a day before, so I wouldn't be tired from travelling when it all started. My hotel was bookes from the 23rd as well.
Happy and expectant, I went to the airport in good time. I had ,however, missed one little detail: I didn't have a ticket back to Australia. This was actually slightly on purpose; should I desire to stay a couple og more days in Singapore, I wouldn't be inhibited by having to book a new ticket and cancel the old one.
After having waited in the airport for a couple of hours, a significant amount of that time spent in a baggage drop-of line, I made it to the counter where I would get my boarding pass...
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"Yes, that's me."
"You're just checking a single bag in?"
"Yep. I prefer to travel light."
"Any dangerous items in your luggage?"
"Not to my knowledge, no."
"Allright."
[pause]
"This is a one way ticket. Have you got a return ticket to Australia?"
"No, I haven't."
"I'm afraid I can't let you fly, then."
"...what?"
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Apparently, one can't get into Singapore without having a ticket back out. This is probably the case in many countries, but so far I have only ever traveled within the European Union, and there it isn't a problem. But at least I learned something.
As the plane was about to take off (for some reason, I was checking in at the last minute, despite the fact that I had been at the airport quite early), there wasn't time to book me a ticket from Singapore on the spot. Instead I was sent to a servicedesk, where a nice lady rearranged my ticket for the same time next day, and I was told to be there in the morning with a ticket back into Australia. Slightly disappointed, I found a computer, booked at ticket from Singapore to Darwin and took the train back to the city. There I fund a small hotel near my favorite bar, called Hotels.com, through whom I had booked my hotel, and asked them to phone the hotel and tell them I couldn't make it today.
Then I went drinking.
I arrived in Singapore sometime in the evening. Despite the fact that it was around 11PM, it was bloody hot, and the humidity has been around 80%.
As I didn't want to work out the locak public transportation, I took at cap to the hotel. Happy to finally have arrived, I tipped the driver somewhat genreously, picked up my luggage and went up to the counter...
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"Hello sir. How can I help?"
"Yes, I have a reservation under Olsen. Erik Olsen."
[typing on keyboard]
"I'm sorry sir, but I cannot find your reservation."
"...oh? Well, that's a bit of a worry. I was supposed to arrive yesterday, but couldn't make it. But my booking agency should have called and informed you."
"What is the name of your booking agent?"
"Hotels.com"
[more typing on keyboard]
"I'm sorry sir, but nothing comes up. Have you paid for your stay here?"
"Yes, yes I have."
"Allright... I'll see what I can do. I just have to call my manager."
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In the end I got a room reserved for some other guests who hadn't showed up. The next day I went to Singapore Zoo, before I went to the race track. For those who don't know, the Singapore Singtel Formula 1 Rgand Prix is a bit unique. Besides the track not being an actual race track, but rather some of the city's streets which are fenced off for the race, it is the only race that is held at night. To make up for the lack of light, the people arranging it has put up 1485 lights of 2000 Watts each over the 5,067 km long track. The results are striking. Despite the darkness, the track appears as lit by daylight.
Apart from the race, a lot of other things happen over the tree days it all goes on. There is a Porsche and BMW Cup on the track during the day, and koncerts and other kinds of entertainment has been arranged from around 3PM to 1AM. On Friday, the teams have a few test runs on the track, Saturday is the time challenge, which determines in which position the drivers start at the race, and on Sunday is the actual race.
It was quite an experience, and definitely something I would like to do again.
Darwin -> ?:
Monday the 27th, I showed up at Changi Airport, where I was to fly (once again with JetStar) to Darwin. I didn't have any plans as to what was going to happen once I arrived, though I was sure I'd come up with something.
We arrived in Darwin at around 7AM, and as I hadn't had any sleep on the plane, I considered taking a bus to Darwin find a youth hostel and spend a night there. Those plans disappeared instantly, though, when I saw the car rental counters. Suddenly it seemed like an excellent idea to rent a car and drive to Ayers Rock. How hard can it be, right?
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"Good morning sir. What can I do for you?
"Good morning. I'd like to rent a car."
"Okay. You haven't reserved one?"
"Nope."
"Eh heh heh. Allright..."
[typing on keyboard, shuffeling of papers]
"It seems you're in luck. We've got two vehicles available. A Holden Commodore and a Toyota RAV4."
"I'll take the Toyota."
[typing on keyboard]
"Actually, it seems I can't give you the Toyota."
"Right, I'll take the Commodore, then."
"Okay. Can I see your driver's license?"
"Sure."
"How much over 25 are you?"
"I'm not. I'm 24."
"Oookaay... I'll just have to call my manager."
[phone call]
"He says it's okay. How long would you like to hire it?"
"Yes, that... I'm not sure. Incidentally, do you know how it'll take me ot drive to Ayers Rock and back?"
"Heh heh heh. That's quite a long way. Eh... you might want to plan your trip. There are some motels along the way... if you leave soon, you might be able to reach Tennant Creek today. But in total... 6 days, perhaps?"
"Okay. I'll take the car for 10 days, then."
"10 days? Okay. Now, you should be aware that it's a V6 engine, so you won't get very good fuel economy."
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I got to hire the car. After I got the keys and found the car, I pulled in to the first and best service station, where I bought a map over the Northern Territory. And then I yurned towards Alice Springs.
Honestly, the trip was boring. Thatis, the drive was. From Darwin to Alice Springs it's just over 1400 km. And furter on to Ayers Rock, it's an additional 450 km, approximately. The road is mostly straight, and you can drive for hours without meeting anyone.
The experiences were worth it all, though. I got to see Ayers Rock and the Olgas (Some other rocks nearby), I saw King's Canyon, I rode a camel and I went through Litchfield National Park (neighbor to the more famous Kakadu National Park). I saw some fantastic landscapes, slept some interesting places, saw crocodiles and finally bought myself a hat! Although, if I were to do something similar another time, I'd find someone to travel with.
After the trip, I still had the car for a couple of days, so I spent a couple of days in Darwin on a hostel.
Perth:
I arrived in perth on Firday October 8th, around noon. From there I was supposed to go by bus to Ravensthorpe (some 110 km from Jerramungup), where either Bruce or Peta would pick me up. But once again, things didn't work out as I wanted them to. The bus had left at 8 that morning, and the next one wouldn't leave until Sunday. When I informed Peta about this, she asked me if I could wait until Monday, where a bus would leave directly for Jerramungup. I told her I didn't have a problem with that. Or...
The hire of a car, along with various stays at motels on my roadtrip had drained my finances somewhat, and the outlook to having to spend money on accomodation for an additional three nights didnt' sit well with me. I found an acceptable hostel, though, where I rented a bed in a four-person dorm. The hostel were filled with young people from all over the world, and I actually ended up having a better time (as in party-better) in Perth than in either Sydney and Darwin. Who knew?
Summary for lazy/busy readers:
I went to the F1 GP in Singapore, was on roadtrip from Darwin to Ayers Rock, went to Litchfield National Park and snept a couple of nights in Perth. On this trip I've run into trouble time and again, but I've made it through, notably poorer, but richer in experiences.
/EMO
