So here I am. Sitting in the departure lounge of adelaide airport. Just had an ice tea, 1/3 of a chocolate muffin (just too big for my tummy) and connected to internode wifi to chat to my brother on google talk. So far so good. I got a bit stressed out about two hits ago, mainly cause I couldn’t remember my ATM pin. Made a plan so everything is good. I’ve got a sneakyfeeling my flight is full of old people, judging by the people at check in. The security guards at the entrance to the lounge pulled me aside, where I submitted to a bomb and narcotics scan. Done it twice before oddly enough. Must have something against South Africans. Ah well.
All roads lead Rome 
Until Kuala Lumpur.