The old bath houses on Brighton Beach in Melbourne. Photo by Robert Corkery.
I always reach the point at the end of a holiday where I realize that I have not succeeded in doing half of what I had planned to do. It’s when I get pouty and grumpy abut having to leave. That bottom point was reached on Friday for me. I was on the beach in Brighton, so there was no reason to feel so down.
But I had to go through the saying goodbye process and now I am peacefully facing the fact that the end of my trip has come. In some ways, that is a good thing. Our rental car is coated in grasshopper guts on the front end and inside, it is rather smelly and dirty after four weeks of travel. And as I have mentioned, my suitcase is in a bad state. So I am ready to give up that part of the trip at least.
But I am not at all ready to deal with leaving shorts and sandals behind. Maybe there is a heat wave on the way north to Stockholm?
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