After months of getting very stroppy at Mick cos I'm hungry on long transport trips, making him lurk around the classy neighbourhood where the greyhound bus stations are located trying to find a MacDonalds on a midnight stop-over, eating something in the bottom of our bags that we have avoided until then (eg: a kilo of soggy sunflower seeds), or just fantasising about Ya Habibi Kebab shop in Newtown, we have finally mastered transport food!