With nine days remaining before departure, Trav’s parents came down with a trailer and ute, and took away a lot of the things in the flat. For the next week, we get to live the high life that people experience without access to a dinner table, chairs, sofas, etc.

Left with only the most basic things in life - bread, water, internet - Di and I are now on our way to easily beating those silly Survivor-wannabes from the US. And, realistically, we’re about the same distance from civilisation anyway - all we’re missing is the odd crocodile or two.

I am willing to bet that the Survivor try-hards on television never get asked to tackle major challenges like :

* walking around boxes of data,
* placing CDs into computers without the CD drawer snapping shut and removing a finger or three, OR
* sitting on folding picnic chairs in a living room and pretending to be comfortable and ignoring the metal edge that runs under the thighs.

I tell ya - these Yanks have it too easy.

Categories: Travel, Odyssey 2001