Holy shit. I'm in australia.
Still hasnt processed yet.
I had a bit of a hard time coming through customs. Apparently they don't like it when you have no Oz phone number or address, not even the address of a hostel. They gave me a hard time, but finally let me through when i gave them my email address with a promise i would check it all the time. Effective security!
Where i came from abroad with a couple of backpacks, it was apparently sufficient suspicious for them to put me in the "dog team" security queue. not only was it the first time i've had to go through security coming out of an airport, but the first time i was checked by a dog. So they put 5 or 6 of us all in a line and sternly demanded that we stay behind the yellow tape at all times. There's big angry looking security guards standing about and i'm expecting some great big german shephard to come out from the room next to us and roughly route his nose through our stuff. I couldnt help but laugh when out from around the corner comes this tiny, absolutly adorable little beagle. He pokes his nose here and there around the lot us, and not having found anything gives off a little yelp once he's done and is led bag around the corner by his holder. I immediatly think i'm going to like this place.
After that ordeal, I pop on the train and arrive at a hostel i've heard has good reviews, and book in for a week. At this point, i'm so jetlagged that i have just enough time to buy some food and then get it stolen (it was my own fault, i put it in the communal fridge without realising i needed to put my name on it, thereby making it fair game) before crashing for almost 18 hours.
