Aaaaalllllrighty then! Here's a collection of nice pretty photos of men in frocks, bananas in rum, ladies in bikinis, wine in boxes, and teabags in places that teabags were never meant to go.
First I hit Bondi to catch up with my previous partner in crime, Devin. He was still livin' the high life, hanging with some very sound Canadians, some with hair all over the place (Benny G) some all shaved (Trav) and the "married woman" (Melissa) who had already made cocktails in the sink. Safe to say I was back in Oz.
Got my skinny white legs out on the beach- a winter of working telesales hadn't helped- and chilled out for a week or so. Travis had bought a surfboard, so I thought I'd better check once again that there was no way in hell I was ever going to stand up on one of those things. Just to make sure, like. Was pleased to see that everything seemed to be in order.
I left up the coast to get me a job and see Brisbane with Rich. I had only stopped in Brisbane a coupla days the last time. It happened to be my birthday the day after I got there- an event slightly marred by the bugs that decided I needed to look a little rougher and turned my entire face and neck into an attractive join-the-dots. This was more than made up for by the fact that the three Queensland boys who shared my dorm brought me cakes in the morning. The next day we went to see Ben Harper and Jack Johnson at the outdoor arena, despite the fact
that two of us had no tickets, we went to see Ben Harper and Jack Johnson at the outdoor arena, which was awesome. Rachel got a ticket from a tout for 140 dollars. I entusted my faithful trainers to get me over the fence (it's a victimless crime, kids). Happy days on the roof with Stanley and the boys from 103. The liver is evil and must be punished.
Richie was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar, so I spent some time exploring and drinking in said bar. We had some wicked times on the roof. The bar (bless you, Down Under Bar) offered me a job in a couple of weeks, so I went to Byron Bay with Justin to kill some time.
This time at Byron I spent less time in crap bars and more time exploring the area (including Australia's most easterly point) surfing and checking out the Nimbin Mardi Grass, for my sins. It rained most of the time we were there. This meant that the iguanas came out, which Jay told me were cute pussy cats when I didn't have my contact lenses in, the little bastard. But we had a load of fun- let's face it, I was never going to get a tan anyway.
....The Adventure Continues....