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Here I am, half time in the big bookshop crawl of the Brisbane convention. Imagine a bunch of BookCrossers herded into a series of bookshops. Neesy, our guide, had a plan in mind. "We'll go to this shop, then that one, then this and the next," she said, showing us a map.

Hah! We'd disappear into a bookshop and after half an hour there'd still be a few browsing quietly and comfortably in the corners, while Neesy counted heads outside.

After a while, everyone was switching bulging bags from arm to arm, visiting autotellers, ringing spoiuses for more funds, organising rental trucks home. Oh, it was horriffic!

But fun.