Memories...

Hey folks,

Sorry about the lack of posts from the past week, have been ridiculously BLOTTO.

We head out for the lads' (Phil and Ross) last before they head away to work. Jugs are bought and dispatched - FedEx would be proud of us. After losing most of the folk, I head on my own to some IRA pub?? There I tell the barmaid how to pour Guiness properly, tell the bouncers that my uncle is Harry Houdini and beat 3 ppl in a row at pool, winning myself another pint of Guiness, despite having to steady myself and close one eye when I was playing. Oh dear.

On the way home I seem to lose my way, and end up taking one of the best pictures ever...



Our first night off in 7 days brings time for hazy reflection, and another sly beer before bed. I love this place.

So the next day is spent in a pub called Mustang. Dave the multi-talanted sportsman and I knock back the drink until tipsy, head to a club full of ecto-heads, leave, and head to the casino. Pretty impressive - I manage to lost $40 in one bet, then reduce my odds on the Roulette table before coming in at 36-1 twice in a row. I walk out with $375 dollars in my hand. Time for a kebab.

Up so early it hurts - still not early enough for breakfast (haven't made brekky once yet coz of sleeping in). Richard, Emma, Laura and I head out to meet some fuzzy-bearded tour guide called Terry. We are joined by 3 irish chicks, one Jap and an extremely strange Welsh bloke. We are on a tour to the Pinnacles - stuff u'll see later. Jump to a beer and wine brewery and have a few samples, the girls buy a cheeky bottle of wine for 5 bucks a piece. We head to the beach, book our food and head to the Pinnacles.

Quite a weird place - something from the movies - in fact, Billy Connelly was dancing naked here a few years ago....



It's pretty windy....



But we stay and watch a trully awesome sunset accompanies by a box or two of wine...



We grab some food at a remote food place - like something out of summer bay, and grab a slab of beer. We jump to our camping spot deep in the bush, lay down some swags, get a fire going, bring the beers out. I spy a guitar in the back of the bus! Terry gets it out (the guitar that is) and rattles of some Rolf Harris tunes (he used to be mates with him!). I grab the guitar off the bearded Crocodile Hunter and batter out some Tenacious D while everyone looks at me strangely. I hand the guitar back and reach for a beer.

Before we know it, everyone is in bed apart from the 4 of us, so Rich and I get some firewood from the bush. This is the spot where I began laughing and didn't stop for 2 straight hours. Richard the Canadian fighting a tree. People are looking at me just now in the cafe because there are tears coming out of my eyes. The boy is a legend. So we, still creasing ourselves, return to the fire and stick some large trees on it. Everyone goes to bed and leaves me under the stars sitting next to the fire and thinking how cool all this shit is.

2 hours of sleep later (5am) I wake, still next to the capfire that is smouldering. Terry is up cooking some brekky for us all when I look at all the beer cans lying around. Jesus. Go for a quick run before doing some offroading and sandboarding. Richie whiteys while Emma, Terry and I swim in the sea. The welsh dude shows us his belly-button piercing, his belly and his bright blue speedo's in that order. I am slightly scared when he wades into the sea.

Terry catches a Shark!!! I shit you not - he stands on one, then dives under the sea and picks it up with both hands. This man has the best job in the world. We get back to Perth at 12 the same day and say bye. I can count the number of hours of sleep in the last 2 nights on one hand.

14 hours of sleep later, I do my first washing since Thailand, grab a subway, and meet up with the lads again at a pub called the Flying Scotsman. After thinking about calling it an early night, we head down to the hostel, when I phone loy's maw to say cheers for sending me bday present! Loy tells me that Sadam Hussein has been captured. We grab a box of wine and watch sky news - brilliant! Our last day before everyone leaves (including us) comprises of Volleyball, Ping Pong, table football and a T-bone steak.

We gotta check out early and for the 1st time - we actually make breakfast!!! We say 'weeeeekcha' to everyone and head out to the airport for out flight to Adelaide. Meet Rita on the flight, arrive at our hostel and head out. It's Caroline's 21st Ceidlh back home - Chuck and I miss her, and her dance at the same time.

So I'm sitting here in an Internet cafe in Adelaide on the corner of Hindley and King William streets (not kidding) and there is a college across the road called St Aloysians College. This place makes me laugh. Half-way across the world (GMT +10.30) and they still have a bigotted sense of humour.

So it's off to Melbourne in a couple of days to meet Matt, Vick's mate, can't wait.

Until next time,

Mick

Saddam - unlucky.

Steve - ah christ - get it working chief!!

Caz - Ure Ceildhehdehidhi sounded so so so good. I danced the Gay Gordons with a road cone for you. Wish I coulda been there xx

Chazza - Naughty!..... But Nice xx

Colin - fizin

Rod - haha immense action - keep it up.

Ross (The giver) + Phil (the taker) Miss you lads already! Like an unstoppable rebel force!

Emma - Hello, love slave - Hope ure having fun on the Exmouth tour and that Dave is treating you better than he treated me!

Richie and Glen - Good Day you bunch of hosers! Miss you and Brett's collective snoring!

Kimmy G - immense to talk to ya doll, fizoid!

M + P - a special hello to you as always, missing u both loads x

Peek eh - hows the project going? Cheers for the texts - much appreciated!

Jonny - hows the jetski??

Jackie - hope all the preps are going well for the wedding! x

Vick and Brode - same again, and miss you two wads. Hope ure feeling even better Bro.

Running out of time here, so sorry if I forgot anyone! Let me know.