Adventure time, come on grab your boots!

Yes, well, what did I get up to today you ask? Boot shopping! A country girl like me (as if) rarely buys shoes, my last pair were my beloved docs a year and a half ago. Lets face it, the only time I ever need new shoes is my shoes actually fall apart... Or if I find myself in a city, where there are many boots to tempt me. You can't see this, but I'm wearing my embarassed face, I like to think of myself as being above all that shoe nonsense that women get so much flack for. Shoe mad? Not me, I have one pair of each type of shoe, as is proper! One brogues, one converse, one vans (daps), one DCs, one boots (Dr Martens of course)... Oh, no... Wait... Boots... 

I must convest a shameless love affair I have been having with not one, but two pairs of Dr Martens down the street (no one tell my tea, it will get jealous)! 

I stumbled across two very different boots on a routine hunt for a raincoat yesterday, and fell hopelessly and irrevocably, head over heels. One a pair of eye stingingly bright yellow Adventure time ankle boots with two little Jake faces on them, boots for a childish yet edgy free spirit (read: five year old) and one a pair of dark brown, soft leather,

12 hole triumph boots with ribbon laces, boots for interesting, sophisticated person, in touch with nature and blah, blah, blah, cut to the chase. No you can't get 'em in Britain, no, neither of them. I've wanted the triumphs a long time, I've wanted the AT yellow monstrosities for a day. How long did I spend hassling the staff in Neon? Who knows, may have been anywhere up to two hours. Did I buy the bloody boots? Yes. Which ones? Both, with insoles and a pair of Levis dungarees to boot (Ha! See what I did there; boot).

Well, that was my day, (after all that life changing decision stuff I needed a lie down), how was yours? 

Jake boots (and Jake the dog, reference for those not in the know).

And a photo, NOT A SELFIE, of the triumph boots. Yes, I know, telepathically, which you like better. 

Come on grab your friends, we're going to very distant lands...

Okay, new itinerary! I did spend a while on it only to look at last year's itinerary and realise it was a much more sensible format! Oh well, it'll at least give you something to puzzle over!

Just in case puzzling isn't your style, I'll type a quick itinerary below. 

At this point I'm actually excited but still sticking my head in the sand so I don't have the worries of buying cat food or travel insurance, let's just leave those to a last minute panic! As our old pal Pinkie Pie would say, I'm nervouscited, which at this point is a huge upgrade from my usual state of pre travel terror. I don't usually do excitement, I usually worry and tell myself I'll be excited when I've finished worrying (a trick that never works), travel is usually an exclusively terrifying ordeal (which brings me to another point which will need a whole other blog post!) with no excitement whatsoever! 

Anyway, without further ado, here is my itinerary! 

Fly from London - 7th March

Arrive Wellington - 9th March

Leave Wellington for Auckland -17th of March

Move from Auckland suburbs to city centre - 20th March

Fly to Sydney - 23rd March

Fly to Melbourne - 27th March 

Fly home - 1st April

Arrive home - 2nd of April

My Layovers are in Singapore which is a fantastic airport sporting a butterfly garden, cinema, koi pond, and apparently the biggest slide in any airport in the world... So they say. 

Are you thinking that you know someone who went to Australia, they went out there and worked or cleaned a hostel and they stayed 6 months or a year, they made so many friends out there, they came home a different person, full of confidence and with friends for life. Are you wondering why I'm only going for 9 days? Well that's because I'm not that person who goes for 6 months and cleans hostels and makes magical friendships, I'm just doing the best I can and I feel ashamed I'm not that person but I'm really not. I'm the person who can't catch a bus into town anymore, I'm the person who is scared of loud noises, open spaces, the cold, the wind, the rain, buses, heavy doors, you name it. So 9 days is better than nothing because I really could be doing nothing, it would be so much easier, but I'm not, I'm doing this. 

Anyway, I hope you didn't think I was moaning or ranting, I wasn't, that's called honesty. 

More to come, have a great day!