I have been looking through some old blog entries today. I think I’ll use some for my exhibition-thingy in march, and deciding which to use will be hard. It does, however, astonish me to think that it’s now almost five; when I started keeping a blog I didn’t expect it to last very long, but it has, and I certainly intend to keep it up.

Admittedly, it’s been crap recently. I’ve been busy with other things, and haven’t thought much about blogging. It will get better, I promise. I need to tell you all about

Australia: About moreton island; about Uluru; about flying in helicopters and riding monorails. Need to tell you about my new friend Rozie, from the states, and Peter (who I’ve mentioned before), and about Simon and joss, my parents’ friends, who live in the coolest house in the southern hemisphere (bit like the burrow but with a kick-as basement). The question is, where to begin – how can I possibly tell you about the coolest journey over the most awesome, awe-inspiring place on earth?

Well, slowly. There’s too much for one entry; to be honest, I have enough material for several dozen. Where to begin, though? That’s the hard part.

There is, however, one part I need to put down from the off: Australia is wonderfully accessible. There are ramps everywhere, and folk are incredibly friendly. That is not to say that oz is wheelchair friendly, however: there is a difference between wheelchair friendliness and accessibility. Quite often, for example, lifts were tucked away in corners, and took ages to find. A good example of this is the lift up to the bridge over darling harbour, which took ages to locate and when you did it was being used, more often than not by people perfectly able to use stairs.

Mind you, this is my only gripe; I now have a plethora of great memories – enough to keep me blogging for another five years.