So, you want to travel the world?

The next time someone tells me their grand plans to travel the world, I'm going to look them square in the eye and ask them if they're ready for their health to go to shit. Because it will. Backpackers have more health problems than anyone I've ever known. I had a lovely time joining the "health has gone to shit" backpacker group last night when Jen and I took a trip to the 24 hour medical center. Fortunately, we got there at 11:15 and prices shoot up at 11:00. After 30 minutes of waivering between thinking I had to see the doctor and I could wait, my name was called, and I decided I had to see the doctor. Turns out I've been blessed with an infection in my mouth, an $80 doctor bill, a $50 pharmacy bill, and I have to see a dentist. I suppose I can't complain too much about the cost. It would have been heaps more in the states. This was all just dandy considering it was 6 hours before our flight to Melbourne. Anything to make a flight more enjoyable. But we've made it to Melbourne, and my painkillers are working. Now we're off to find some soup and go to good ol' Boris's place (we'll be sickies together). Boris you are our saviour.

On a brighter note, Melbourne seems like a lovely city, and Jen's head is pretty much back to normal. Also, I think things must start going up from here. I'm holding onto the idea that we're going to get to New Zealand and be perfectly healthy little bunnies.