So as the world floats by outside in the rain, you can find me in a smelly internet cafe in Meknes, Morocco, waiting for the sun to shine and also for our night bus that will take us out of the cities and into the big bold dunes of the Sahara.

Now the last time I checked, I wasn:t in Morocco and hadn;t really planned on it, and I suppose not many of you knew that either, because I am desperately terrible telling people things like that. The most current edition can tell you all this:

Due to my extreme lack of organisation and too many things to do, visa authorities to evade, staying too long in Lisbon, and wanting to go to Morocco, I did NOT find myself even one single farm to work on around the Iberian Peninsular. Pathetic, I know, considering that was one of the main occupations I was after...Instead, I found myself some rather hefty questioning at the border out of spain - yes, I admit, I tried, and succeeded, to sneak out of spain on a boat to Africa - and was sure that in no time I would be on a plane home to australia with a 10 year ban on europe slapped across my face. Not a nice experience; but I escaped and now, for the last 7 days; have been winding my way delightfully through the streets of the medinas, or the old traditional town centres, shops almost falling out on top of you; shouting and hassling and nougat and candy and lanterns and clothes up to your eyeballs. I am travelling with Frances Knight; who, bizarrely, is from adelaide even though I didnůt know her until Granada. What a small world.

Anyway, to cut a long story short...I had to leave Spain - all of Western Europe basically, because I ran over my visafree period of 90days. Before that though, I was walking on the Camino de Santiago, at the very top of Spai, in Galicia, with some very silly boys from Adelaide, and found myself in Lisbon, falling in love with everything, including those freaking awesome Portuguese Tarts...funnily enough they:re not called that in Portugal, and Couchsurfed my way through that city meeting the most lovely people and deciding that Lisbon is where I want to end up at some point in my life. It!s a beautiful and accomodating city and I am in love with it.

Next week I:m flopping into Hungary...actually into a Random small town near Lake Balaton, in the mideast of the country; to catchup with another couchsurfer called Dan who I met in Granada - we!re heading on a sprint around serbia, bosnia&hercegovina, croatia, and slovenia. I hope its absolutely freezing and everyone is covered in ice. And you can ski on the roads. That would be cool.