wooohhooooo

Ok so currently I have exactly 17 minutes on the free computer at the library to describe to you guys what has happened in the many weeks since we last talked...

now I have 16 and a half...

Basically i arrived in perth with high hopes and dreams of constant travel... unfortunately due to the poor exchange rate i quickly realised that this may not be so feasible... I slept the first night I got in at the airport with a few sleeping tablets left over from my infamous goa coach trip and a fair amount of inflight beer (me & the guy in front actually managed to drink the plane dry! [Though slightly less of an achievement when you remember Emirates is an arab airline and they dont drink])

So I managed to find somewhere to stay the next night through help from Tess and Ruth, two people to whom I owe not being homeless for quite a while. however this was when i realised how expensive thing are out here - imagine coming from india and paying 50p for a pint and then visiting a country in which it is generally five and a half quid...

after drawing a graph of my money versus the amount i drink and realised that i was in fact broke i decided to move into a backpackers (Basically the oz word for hostel) where i got a bed in a 16 man dorm in the centre of the city. Many would be fazed with this however after spending the last two years in a boarding school that appeared to attract the loudest snorers in the world, it just felt like going back to school... except i had to find a job & I was pretty much the furthest away from home i could get before i started coming back again.

Problem 1 (the job) was very recently solved by me becoming what my dad affectionately calls a charity mugger - just imagine robin hood without the tights and slightly more lame... basically i have to stop people in the street and convince them in 5 mins to give me their credit card and/or bank details... it is for charity though... and i am a reasonably trustworthy guy... maybe... sometimes...

But another major thing to happen is the moving in of mine into a flat... however that is a very long twisting tale of cunning, deceit and sabotage (you can tell i'm getting into this whole Robin Hood thing!)

Cya next time!