The Talking Traveller

So I blinked for a second and another week has passed, I find myself coming to a calculated contact number of 1753. Wondering with a bit of confusion what has happend in the week, and also feeling a bit quilty that I hadn't phone home in 7 days, the book falls open at the Brisbane airport. I departed from brisbane airport last week monday at 2005h. I had my last taste of TimTam's (An addictive aussie choclate biscuit) and spend my last Aussie dollars on a pen, 2 postcards and breathspray. The flight went smooth, stopping over at singapore as well as dubai airport and finally arriving at 1230h in Heathrow, London on Tuesday. Heathrow, recalling rumors that it is a very big airport and quite easy to get lost and into a state of panic, I feel special because I got on the underground(tube) within 20mins after having being chest X-rayed (compulsary for super-heroes) and getting a warm welcoming booming voice "MIND THE GAP!". I jumped of the station which I thought was closest to my friend's place and started asking people with badges and shiny yellow jackets if they could direct me to his address. The nice lady at the Bus Terminal Info Booth tried her best, but we just couldn't find the address on the endless london map. I couldn't phone a friend because he was visiting SA at that time, he left keys and instructions at his flat reception. Looking down, as we down when making decision's with a 23kg backpack strenghning your shoulder muscles, the little voice in my head shouted  'No Worries Mate!, just book into the nearest backpackers hostel! Good on you!' It was a little inn in Greenwich, with a 8-bed dorm, costing me £13.  I jumped on a bus wednesday morning at 9:30 and preceeded to the course in Dundee, Scotland. The course lasted from Wednesday night (I arrived 10:30, 13hrs on the bus, eina) until the sunday afternoon. I had a great time, meeting many new friends, working hard, appreciating the sounds of bagpipe and drum and the taste of beer at the pubs.I especially found very usefull tips and advice from people who have been recovering for a number of years, and who have become excellent speakers and entertainers. Another 6 new members climbed on the road to free speech by joining the McGuire Programme. Monday morning started early as I leaped onto a Megabus and made my 11hour, £14 journey back to London. I found my friend and I'm now staying at his place with a beautifull veiw of London and the Greenwich line. The Greenwich line is in reality represented by a green laser that can been seen in the dark.

Today(Tuesday) I will start exploring london, and get my mobile number. I will start searching for a job that suits me in terms of people interaction, fun, responsibility and a less than moderate stress-level. Enabling me to progress and grow in my speech and communication skill in that kind of environment, one step at a time, not to steep a gradient.