Okay so somehow I managed to escape the clutches of the family I stayed in up in North Carolina and wandered down to another family in South Carolina and FINALLY escaped from there... I know!! Its hard I tells yer these people seem to LOVE ME something shocking dont wanna let me go they dont

But the road called...

Zam Zop Zap Zooooom Im in Florida... supposedly the American version of Queensland you know sunny one day perfect the next? yeah right been here 4 days and all its done is PISS DOWN!!! gawd talk about wet cloudy and crap weather

But what the hell right Im on the great escape of my life!!! Aint no foul weather gonna stop me!!

So Im here nestled into a fine house near the marina with a beautiful sheila who thinks the sun shines outta me buttcheeks and whos by herself restored a flamin great yacht... so Im in heaven!!......

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Passed through the exit gates to a swarm of bodies behind the rails that made the walway look like a runway... then it hit me!

I had never met the person meeting me!!!

Suddenly theres a scream from a tiny woman behind the rail "DINGO!!! YOUR HERE!! DINGO!!!" and suddenly Im bein rushed by a tiny flurry of American sheilahood! kissed and hugged and fussed over by a sheila Id never met!! Mates!!! Mates what a place!! If its gonna be like this for the next 2 months Im gonna be in HEAVEN!!!

So she leads me out into the phissin rain... bloody lucky Id bought my driasabone eh! and we find the car and bugalugs wanders straight to the passenger side as one would right? "hahahaha you want to drive Dingo?" "eh" "I dont think your ready to drive in New York traffic Dingo" I look at her and opened...

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Amazing!!! nah not the US but that Ive actually left Aussie! Never believed I would ever do it... but after the last year and a half a break somewhere totally different was needed and so after flogging of Dingo Creek I decided the US was the place to head to.

AND... after much fluckin around I AM HERE!!!

Tokyos Narita airport is a place to avoid I think no buggar speaks english... oh they will have little notes on all the "information" booths but NOT ONE of the sheilas behind them had a flamin clue what I was sayin!!

JFK was a blast!!... all those fellas an sheilas in Homeland Security uniforms! and laugh geez theyre a happy mob... well they were with me!

One sheila named Garcia gruffly muttered with a glare "passport and ticket sir" "No wukkers hang on a tick" says I as I fumble an fart tryin to...

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