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Chapter 24There are not many journeys that could easily compare to the one taking you from North America to Australia. Any which way you take it, from your departing point, on the West coast, to your destination; it is a grueling and seemingly never-ending trek. It doesn’t require you to climb mountains, or descend steep inclines, or traipse your way along glacial stream waters, it only demands that you sit in an airplane for some fifteen hours in a seat that will not allow you to stretch your legs or sleep comfortably. Mark had been transported in this ‘cattle-carrier’ as he called the 747 aircrafts that travel the route regularly, and had not been impressed in the least with this second experience either. When he disembarked, looking as disheveled as he felt, his gaze rested immediatel