First rule of travelling when overseas:
PACK VEGEMITE!
Okay now I have that out my system….
I lie, it’s still festering away there like the tooth I have coming through at present.
I am not a happy little vegemite because I have no vegemite. I want it, I need it, I am psychologically dependent on it.
This is a sad realisation to come to. Who would have thought something as simple as that would be the one thing I am hankering for. I think I might even forgoe alcohol if I were to be able to have a jar of the “dark-brown gold”.
With any luck I will be able to locate some in Bangkok next week. I’ll even spend big $ on getting a jar.
Such is life.
2 Comments
I never picked you for a vegemite addict. You always seemed to have better taste than that
How much longer do you have over there anyway?
Poor sod, can’t believe you forgot the first rule of travel!!! Want some vegemite posted over express mail???? I know what it’s like to be caught without it!