Looking at (and almost touching) Bondi beach through my window, at naked and half drunk European backpackers (females of course, not the "hand-holding types in head-gear....you know what I mean) while typing this,and now flying the little Bus doesn't seem like such a scrifice after all in the Land of Vegemite/Ignorant!......
Living on top of a mountain of Moolah in a desert ain't as tempting as what it is made out to be? Any takers?
You Boys hang in there.