This morning 13 of us and Greg, our guide, headed out to the Durigo National Park. It was a really nice rainforest walk with waterfalls, and some parts were elevated so you walked in the canopy. But I didn't enjoy it because I itched everywhere. Another annoying thing was the leeches. We went off the trail several times, then I would look down and see a leech on my feet. One was between my toes, and after removing it I wouldn't stop bleeding. Cindy from Singapore was on the walk, and I asked her what I should do in here city/country, and she said "I dunno." Not a very exciting place, I guess. When I got back I went to the Chemist, who's almost like a doctor here. She looked at my swollen bites and said it was sand flies, which I am apparently allergic to. She gave me some pills and creme.

At the hostel, devoid of Oz people today, I played backgammon with an English woman and Go Fish with Triffen until it was time to catch my bus at 10:20pm. It was fun to talk to Triffen about the strange things British people say. I learned that if someone asks you to come to tea you shouldn't refuse, since you'll probably get a meal with it. here's some more: a cookie is a biscuit and a biscuit is a dinner roll. It's strange to see "dinner rolls" on the menu at KFC. I never got around to booking my next hostel, or collecting my groceries, which I left in the kitchen. It was a eight-hour ride to Sydney, and I didn't get much sleep, since I was sitting next to someone and I itched all over. We had a snack break at 3:30 am at the usual greasy spoon type place, so I got off to have a greasy egg and bacon roll with tomato sauce (translation: egg and ham with ketchup). I got to Sydney bleary-eyed and tired at 6:30 am and...