I never thought I'd end up here - I've obviously been a bad boy: riding motorbikes without a licence, speeding, not paying parking tickets, being devilishly handsome (OK that's stetching it) and being very selfish.
The month with Tony went very quickly and it went better than i expected. I'm used to living predominantly alone and I'm used to travelling predominantly alone. For a long time with travelling I've been very much the boss; enjoying a 'freedom' most people can only dream of. It's fair to say we had our ups-and-downs (sounding like a married couple now) - a down being when Tony went for a walk in the morning and then decided to keep going - not being sure he wanted to go back to me and my morning blues. At times i could also see what could be called my bad behaviour reflected in his eyes; whether it be my too close to the bone piss taking or my hogging of the wine for example. Overall though it has been a great month and I'm going to miss my travel companion and his milk fetish.
So it's time for a self imposed 'exile'. I'm off to Stewart Island for a while. Long walks, wildlife, huts with no electricity, no hot water and no showers...