Pub night

Every wednesday night we would make are way into town and go to the local pub for the pool competition. We stopped going because everyweek, the locals would some how find a way to insult us, and after we were called "inbreds" we stopped going. This is from our last night

This is Lisa and tepora, some other french girls that were at the hostel


here is a pic of amy, she was having fun all night yelling at the locals,


here is a pic of emily and damien. I am pretty sure on this night, I woke up the next morning to both of them sitting out in the pool room, they didn't go to bed yet, and emily was asking where I had been for the last hour and when she meant hour she actually met the last 6 hours. I was of course asleep and I was getting up for work

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Damien

This is going to sound morbid. But, one day I didn't have to work and the night before Damien told me I should write is eulogy, so when i woke up the next morning. I started to plan his funreal. Luckly the owner of the hostel was building a deck in front of the houses, and I asked if she could cut me a tombstone.

So, I head to come up with what is tombstone would say, and a couple of days earlier he told me where ever I was if I sang the Indian Jones theme song, it would seem a lot more adventerous.



A pic of me reading his eulogy, and amy and El crying. it was a lot of fun, we had a little mini party. if I had more time I was going to funreal foods, but I ran out of time.





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Around the corner from the hostel was this big open field, and there was this abandon house on it. So, one day a bunch of us trekked over to have a look. It was really weird it was like we were in a time warp, there was bank books from from 1960's, letters, invintation to weddings. But, here are some photos from it

Toliet paper bed

When I was staying at the hostel, i switched rooms about three times. the first time was beacuse I was in a room with 9 other korean guys, and most of my friends were in another block of rooms so I switched. Then i switched from one room to a room down the hall, because there was a bed available and it was just going to be me in the room for 2 weeks. So, the last room that I moved into, my friends paul and el double room was just off my room. one night to welcome me, they decided they were going to toliet paper my bed

Face painting

So, one of the other parties that we had, was face painting night. Really we were really bored and someone bought the face paints in town and we decided to do it.

i don't know about you but I look like a gay hippie


Here is a picture of everyone at the end of the night, there are some pretty good ones

Cocktail Night

one night at the hostel we decided that we were going to put all of our money together and buy as much booze as possible. We raised about $500, now we didn't really have anyone controlling the liquor, so it was just a free for all, which ended with all of us getting really drunk within an hour. pretty much all we did at the hostel every weekend was throw a party.

here is a pic of Paul and El (England) making their drinks. El was really good at making drinks, she would just to throw a bunch of stuff together but they were always tasty.



This is Damien and Mark(England), if you look closely Mark only has one eyebrow.


This getting to the end of the night, and you can start to tell that pictures are getting worst.

But here is a picture of Andrew (South Africa) and Del (France



Someone took this picture of me with two drinks in my end.



This was probably taken about an hour after the cocktail party began but you can tell we are on way.


Emily, what can I say about her. We called her the drunk irish girl. I really cant remember this but I thought it was funny



Here is a pic of me at the end of the night

Riding a mechanical bull

Hello Everyone

I am really sorry that I haven't posted in awhile. But, I have been working hard picking apples, and grapes.

Funny story for all of you, there is a machine called the squirel that helps you to pick up the top of the trees . The apple farmer that i was working for, taught me how to use it. It is really simple, you stand up in it, and drive it your feet, right to make it go straight and backwards and to turn and left to make it go up and down. well, I got myself in a little trouble, and I crashed into an apple tree. it looked like I was riding a mechanical bull, it was really funny. I started to yell "Help me, get me off of this thing. Fucking make it stop:

But, all in all I am doing well, and I am going to be leaving manjimup in a couple of weeks, and I think i might be going out east to do ski season for a little bit.

kevin