Crap, well didn't manage to farewell everyone, but if you know me you'll know organisation: not my strongest suite. Having said that though, I did think I was doin ok this time round. Everything was ready weeks in advance (with the possible exception of the blog...) moneys, visa-age, etc. Or so I thoughteded. Turns out my master plan to get a debit Mastercard was less than masterful - or indeed fortuitous - even the Westpac lady was, as she pointed out - "gobsmocked" that Mastercard is literally everywhere in the world - except the Ivory Coast. And possibly North Korea. On the flipside though, I now have a new saying - I'm thinking this entry shall hereinafter be known as the "gobsmock" edition. Trademark pending...
Anyway, long story short there was some running around organizing ye olde Visa alternative, and while a tad stressful, twas sorted in the end. I'm now in Dubai airport, taking advantage of their Willie-Nelson-Roadie-Slow-Arse wireless (yeah yeah, it is free) and admiring the extravagance - there'll no doubt be more of that at the other end of the trip, when I'm here for more than an hour......
Speaking of, better go - the line is moving with some speed to enter le gate... whooo... wish me luck and see you on the other side kids...
X-O-X-O - Gobsmocked Girl. :D
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