What I am trying to say/ Is I think today is a very big day [O-pen?] Who: Blue Beetle/Jaime Reyes and Lobsang Ludd. Tap in! What: There's a little temporal anomaly Down Under. It gets less little. Where: Australia When: ... ahahahaha. Warnings: That's right, we went there. (Actually, we don't know where we're going. Except Australia. We got that bit.)
It wasn't that Lobsang didn't like Blüdhaven. Because he did. And it wasn't like there weren't other interesting places on this world he wanted to visit. Because there were. So while the amount of preparation that went into this trip pushed its motivations beyond the bounds of 'whim', it wasn't quite enough to make 'plan' credible. Because he didn't have one.
Sometimes, Lobsang knew where he was supposed to be without anything so handy as a reasonable explanation, and this was one of those times. It's just that knowing where to go and knowing how to get there were not the same thing.
The preparation, by way of sheer contrariness, was extremely extensive. The amount of research involved was daunting, although less so when completed in parts. To be fair, there wasn't much else for Lobsang to do with his days besides study fares, streamline budgets, and for two nights in a row, case the nearest airport. He could probably have asked over the network for help... but it felt good to be working on another project on his own. At least this one was unlikely to shatter history or do anything more troublesome than leave him completely broke when it briefly lost him his luggage an ocean away from the city he'd chosen to be home. A frustrating diplomatic goose-chase later, and he was only almost broke in the country called Australia.
This Roundworld's equivalent to Fourecks (XXXX) was relatively popular (so was the occupation of "tourist" of which Discworld had only ever had one), even if it wasn't the origin of every bartender on the planet. So far as Lobsang had been able to tell, the country was much more like rest of the world than a time sink coated in red dust and dreams. It could be fun to stay in the city and explore, but the compulsion insisted: inward, inward.