Just Say Tally-ho

I've to get up at five to take The Overland for the final time. Very appropriately for the last journey to Adelaide, i'm seated beside a crazy man who I spend the whole 11 hours avoiding (taking refuge in the lounge or jamming the ipod in my ears pretending to be asleep). Back at Adelaide Backpackers' Inn, it's the same comforting apple pie and midnight conversations with English dudes who have bad teeth.

At this point of the trip, things fall evenly between fondly familiarity and exciting strangeness. This falls squarely in the former and it's just as good, just what I can take.