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During my travels, my compensation for free accommodation for one night, was for me to write a daily travel diary. Of how I got to my next location, the people who would host me, the food I was offered and everything else. Below you find the archives of the highly extensive reports. Know that English is not my native language and most reports were written at high speed around midnight. Enjoy.

Saturday, 27 April 2002
--> Bundaberg, Australia

Wow, this will be an easy one for me.
I stayed another day with the bunch of student in the uni-house in Bundaberg and didn't do much else than using their phone line to do my updates, watch television, listened to some good music and watched how Adam – and that is rare – clean the house. Adam made me pasta for lunch and Stu prepared fish fingers with veggies for dinner. Their fridge is basically empty, but their freezer is full with anything that had been in the fridge before – all life forms get killed in the freezer, haha.

I didn't see anything else of Bundaberg than what happened in the back garden and in the other uni-houses down the street. According to my hosts nothing much happens in this town, so it was quite a happening when a British backpacker got killed here in Bundaberg lately. "People come here to die," Kathrine told me about this town. “You retire around here and you come to Bundaberg to die.” Where have I heard that before?

Good to relax a bit from the last weeks. Even had a good call with girlfriend Irena in The Netherlands, to check how her new job in the army is. She's having a hard time, as she is one lady within 400 men – the army, you know. She might come over to visit me in a few months. For both of us it's hard, as we are so far away and in both of our lives so many things are happening. We'll see, we'll see.

Good night Bundaberg!