Cos you’re all nosy and keep asking…
– How long are you travelling for?
Til I get bored, pregnant or the money runs out.
– Where is the money coming from?
Contrary to popular speculation, I am not on the game, a spy or a drugs mule. I have a small stash of dinero from when I was in the oil lands, aided and abetted by no tax and generous rental rates (cheers Berk and DP!). I do a little bit of work here and there for pocket money along the way.
Plus, to all those coupled up and be-familied, I am on my lonesome which means my cash is mine, all mine. No requirement to spend it on anniversary presents, romantic weekends, apology flowers or school uniforms. Unlucky punks.
– Do you ever get scared travelling on your own?
No. Got a bit more street sense now so it’s fairly easy to flag stupid situations. As a single, white female lots of friendly, generous people are always keen to see you right – almost enough to restore your faith in humankind. Course, there are the freaks too but they follow me everywhere.
– Is this Eat, Pray, Love?