When I told the hotel concierge we were going to the zoo, she was overly excited about the fact. Good. After all, I have a plan to bring back a Koala for my Appa.…
I, and my major hangover, woke up by knocking on the Kings Cross hotel door. “Are you okay?” Jik asked me through the crack of a chained door. “I. yes.” I could hear my throaty voice. “Breakfast?” she offered. So 15 minutes later, freshly showered and 10% sober, we stepped into the biting chill…
Good day mate, Woke up with a hangover today. The cheap 2012 Moscato after-effect was bad. Bad. Bad. We went to Potts Point’s Toby Estate for a good brekkie, hoping it would cure the hangover. It ended up being pricey. They have an item on the menu called Backpackers’ Breakfast; it costs $20, which…
What I can tolerate the most about long flights is the meals come more than once and it comes with many sides. I was woken up by the smell of food at who-cares-what-time-it-is. The stewardess gave me the choices; instinctively, I chose the one with prawns. My meal had prawn curry, egg and rice,…