I've just read all the blogs through and feel a bit deflated to be sat here typing the next instalment from the UK. It wasn't that after 3 months camping in oz we got jack of it and decided to fly (although thanks so much to all the genuises who suggested it) Instead, like all good stories, stuff just happened unexpectedly. Life is strange like that, one moment you're loading your orange 4WD into a container to Singapore to intrepidly travel the globe, and the next thing you know, you're living with your boyfriends parents in South Yorkshire, sans car, considering a 'legs, bums and tums' class at the methodist church hall down the road. Stuff happens.But before i get into what happened in the 'choose your own adventure' tale, I want to fill you in on the drama that was exporting a vehicle from Australia. Trust me, it'll make you want to fly.