The exchange rate – both in Australia and New Zealand – and the size of my rucksack (deliberately chosen) conspired to limit my collecting on the trip. In fact, I had to discard a fair amount, including worn-out Converse, the worst of my socks, a couple of T shirts and an unflattering pair of jeans, to accommodate the items I did gain; not that these took up much room or cost me very much. Silk fringed scarf (AUS $2) from the Sunday market at Ceres, a kind of organic allotment/environmental-education centre/eco-collective with most excellent hippy cafe near the Northcote area of Melbourne; lightweight cotton striped 1960s Hardy Amies shirt for D, AUS $12 from a Salvation Army shop on Chapel Street, Prahran; black waistcoat with interesting twin-buttoned layout, AUS $4 from a homeless mission op shop in St Kilda (not far from another Brighton Beach). Beats shopping in the malls of Dubai, anyway, where I had an unscheduled six day stopover on my way home thanks to that Icelandic volcano. Didn’t find any charity shops there.