I wasn’t quite as teary as Mr Rudd, but it was sad to say good bye to everyone this afternoon. They seemed to partially share some of these sentiments.

I spent most of the day working on my travelogues. If you follow me on twitter you would have seen that I tweeted “Hard to reduce Tokyo to 300 words.” It really was. The editor seemed pleased that I am keen to contribute 300 words and a few photos to the travel section. And I’m happy that I’ll get my article published (and a by-line looks imminent). Today I finalised two pieces: one on Vanuatu and one on the Philippines.

I also went down to the local ambulance station to do an interview with the local MP about the roll-out of a new ambulance. I took shorthand notes of the PR small talk. The MP even spoke to me. “So you decided you want to be a journalist?” It came across as quite condescending.

Another journalist asked me to edit her piece. Yep, it normally goes up to the editor, but today it went to the bearded intern. I was ruthless and cut the sucker in half.

I quickly asked some brief questions interviewed the editor. Her story was fascinating but I won’t share it here. If you really want to read it, you can hassle our professor.

It wasn’t until today that I realised that all the QUEST papers were stocked in our office. I grabbed a copy of the Pine Rivers paper and found a nice story by somebody named Abelima. LOL