When You've Got Nothing To Do...

Travelling is weird. You think of travelling and you see yourself jumping out of a plane, dangling off a bridge from an elastic band, or smoking dried frogs with a tribesman, and doing something crazy every day. It's not like that.
You do do these things but in between there are big, long, gaps of...nothingness.
Doing nothing is not something we are used to, you never get taught it at school, and we aren't people who want to do nothing.
But we must admit that we're getting quite good at it in Australia. When you've seen a dozen stunning National Parks, you're a bit bored of the beach, and the surf is flat, you find yourself with nothing to do.
This afternoon was the perfect example. Making tea on the gas stove is somethign we do to entertain ourselves, and as any good Englishman knows a cup of tea is no good without a biscuit. We'd ran out of biscuits, so we were extreemely excited at the prospect of a visit to the local corner shop (something to do).
We picked up our Arnott's Digestives and were about to leave the shop when the realisation dawnned on us, after this...we had nothing to do.
Chris and I looked at each other, we didn;t need to say anything, we both knew what we had to do...browse and loiter around the shop's aisles to kill some time.
We marvelled at their range of tinned green poeas, and discussed the benefits of owning a long handled versus a short handled brush. After commenting on the smooth feel of vacuum packed food products, we felt the stare from the shop assistant and concluded we'd overstayed our welcome.
So when you next picture yourself going travelling, don't think of yourself zorbing down Mount Everest, think of yourself having the time to write crap like this!

P.S. And yes we did draft it...twice!