Not much to romanticize about these days...

Seven more days in Australia. Seven more days, holding on for dear life, waiting for a proper bed to sleep on once more.

Seven more days of eating mess food that's befitting of the name. Seven more days of people complaining about my snoring.

And in these seven days, I'm not going to have the time of my life. I'm just going to sit back, have a couple of beers, and enjoying watching the stars.

Because in another seven days, they'll disappear under the bright lights of another city...