Day -7: On the doorstep

The third crisis has passed – this morning I was up bright and early for the plumber, and not long after he left (taking $165 with him) so did I. I called a taxi and, miraculously, they sent a station wagon instead of a sedan. My leftovers fitted neatly into the back.

Across town to the storage place, where I dumped everything temporarily. Up to Coburg to drop off the keys. Back to Richmond to pick up the stuff I will be using in the next week.

And so here I am, comfortably (more or less) ensconced in a backpacker hostel, getting back into the swing of life on the road. Sentimental old fool that I am, I have gone back to the same place as 2007/08.

Then ...

... and now.

Not much has changed in three years!