Prologue

Well it's officially less than a week until I leave this great Southern Land of Vegimite and strange marsupials. 
My bags are finally (if not completely) packed and all I have to worry about now is the back problems I'm going to have after carting them around... 

If I do manage to make it across the great wide world to South Africa without becoming a cripple then all I have to worry about is everyone's constant warnings of not getting stabbed or shot (very reassuring sentiments I must say). Then again I ventured into Logan recently and came out unscathed so I feel I'm pretty well prepared for the upcoming trip. 

As for the dangerous animals, what Australian doesn't face at least one deadly animal on a daily basis? Granted some of Africa's are a little bigger and more likely to eat me alive but at least it'll give me a little warning before attacking and be a much better obituary than falling victim to a red back on the toilet seat. 
Whilst there would be a poem to commemorate it I feel death my lion or elephant trampling has a more bad ass feel to it. 

While I'm not sure I've even set this blog up so people can read it yet and I don't promise to be studious enough to keep it up to date I thought I'd give it the ole' college try and get the ball rolling. So I hope you enjoyed my strange and mostly morbid ramblings and look forward to much more in the future. 

Ps. here is a photo of Mount Kilimanjaro aka my backpack. 

xoxo Gossip Girl....jks lol nah it's Anna