It's Beal! Hey Beal, big shout out to Beal everyone. She's living and working in Sydney now, and doesn't she look so happy to be blogged? Is this just a coincidence or are there Tasmanians everywhere?
Backtrack a bit, here's a pick of my pack the day I walked out the door. Let's compare and contrast with how it will look in a few months.
Here's an illegal pic of the plane I flew to Sydney on, taken from the tarmac. Someone official came and told me you're not meant to do that.
Walking around today I almost detoured into Gore Hill Cemetary, which was nice in a creepy overgrown cemetary kind of way. Here's what I saw strung across the path:
That's right, it's a giant spider from space coming to eat me. Actually it wasn't that big, here's a look at him in perspective:
They were everywhere. I didn't go in. Later that night I also saw some huge slugs mating and I told them to get a move on because they were pretty sluggish about it.
And yes, I apologise for the formatting of this post.
