Greetings from Townsville

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Went out drinking last night with strange man from another hotel room. Bruce manages a renovation company in Nth Queensland, cashed up bogan, odd but entertaining company. Lovergirl convinced I was in imminent danger of being raped and rang mobile about eight times over evening. Now awake at 4am with seedy gummy mouth and woozy stomach. No sound from townsville except relentless swooshing of sea onto shore. Got sick of my own company after about nine days on the road, with one night at home in the middle. Also getting sick of selection of clothes.Also staggered by the number of people who have the reading skills of a primary school child.