I have finally made the decision to leave Manly on Sunday. I said my farewell to Rodrigo, and the way we talked was a bit different than usual. He wasn't too pleased with the fact that his friends are leaving all the time. When I walked home, I had a lump in my throat. I guess that's when I know I have developed a little bit of feelings for someone.

I went to buy a bag to carry my stuff, and realized it wasn't the best choice before I left the house because I had trouble strapping it onto the cart. I missed the first ferry, but I still had a second chance. I was freaking out at Meg, thought I was going to have to go the next day, and sweating like a pig (my legs were wet!) in the hot humid room. Anyhow, somehow I made it onto the ferry, then city train, and almost missed my booked train. I made it though. I left my hat there, will I ever learn?

After train of 7 hours, and another 2 hour bus ride. I have arrived in Shepparton at 6:30am. My god, this place is like Langley or Chilliwack or any BC suburbs. Is that what they meant by the real Australia? The hostel is a revamped old hospital with railings along the wall. No more free internet too.