I’m not handling this as well the 2nd time around…

Is there anything more pathetic than standing in the middle of an Australian national park all alone crying over a failed piece of technology? I’m not so sure.

Today’s verdict at the camera shop in Byron Bay: corrosion on either the lense or the body of the camera. I can’t see the positive in either scenario so seem to have moved on to the mourning phase. You know, the one where drinking goon with the Italian guy you got chatting to in the kitchen at the hostel the two hours prior to your overnight bus departure seems perfectly appropriate.