"Oh, my God. I've done it. KAGE, COME HERE, I WANT YOU!"
"What?! What?! God! I was sleeping dude! What are you talkin' about?"
"Oh, my God..."
"I did it."
"What'd you do?"
"I've done it... I f@#%in' did it."After months of back and forth, obsessing over the cost of flights, suggested itineraries and so forth, I finally took the plunge. I booked my flights to and from Australia tonight. Shit just got serious.
"Rock singers are only rockin' you half the time. But not anymore, baby!"I leave San Francisco the evening of Saturday, November 27 and arrive in Perth on Monday morning. By Tuesday, I hope to be in Busselton with my bike and all of my gear. Some light sightseeing during that week leading up to the Ironman will probably happen, but I'm saving most of that for afterward.
I'll have about a week and a half in Western Australia (Perth, Freo, and the surrounding towns) after the race. On Thursday, December 16, I fly to Sydney for just shy of one week. On Wednesday, December 22, I fly back to San Francisco and close the book on what will surely be one of the most epic trips of my entire life.
I don't know how the itinerary's going to work out. Am I spending too little time in WA? Too much? Everything is so darn far apart in Australia, it's really hard to see a region without buying a car (seriously) and driving, driving, driving. Whatever happens, I'm sure it's going to be awesome.
This is the part where I breathe an enormous sigh of relief. I'm glad to have that weight off of my shoulders.