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The time i got high on sleeping pills and a born again Christian tried to convert me in Marrakesh, Morocco.

href=”http://www.bridget.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/20120803-012400.jpg”> With a cup of pasta for the road and a whole heap of hugs, i left Lisbon to head towards Seville in the south of Spain. Tom, a cheeky surfer from Byron Bay was catching the same bus as me but i was getting off earlier, he was taking it the whole 12 hours to Algericas where, if you find yourself sick of Europe, you can catch a ferry for an hour and you’re in Morrocco. Tom has a smile like an American’s arse-…

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The time i tried to lift a car in Lisbon, Portugal.

I arrived in Lisbon at midnight with no place to stay. I was hungry, thirsty, and wandering around the huge statue that towered above the station’s entrance looking a little overwhelmed. Luckily, a stressed looking 21 yr old with a huge backpack seems to be some sort of international SOS service, as a huge guy in a singlet and thongs (another useful symbol- this one meaning aussie and/or bogan) strode up to me and enquired “are you looking for the g-spot?”. I thought to myself…

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The time i went couchsurfing in Porto, Portugal.

; On my last day in San Sebastian my German friends said to me “let us go fastly to the supermarket.” When i laughed at them for using “go fastly” they replied “you are not used to hearing it because in Australia, you never do anything fastly.” Hmmph. Well that may be the case, but i made my way from San Sebastian to Portugal faster than the germans made it to the toilet after one too many Sangria. One midnight train was all it took.That…

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The time i saw amazing art and stood in someone elses shit at a festival in Bilbao, Spain.

July 18th- San Sebastian, Spain I really don’t want this travel blog to become one of those “and then i did this and then i did this” type things so for now i thought instead of writing just about what i’d seen, i’d write about how what i’d seen made me feel. Just before i left dad told me something very important. He said “Don’t get sucked in by other people’s anxieties.” When you’re travelling, you understand this more than ever. Most of the people…

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