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
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here is a pic of amy, she was having fun all night yelling at the locals,
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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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1 Comments:
Kevy-Pooh, you big lug! I love you like a brother and so this is why I feel like a genuine heel for having forgotten to drop you a line to wish you a happy birthday last month. For what it's worth, I hope you had a kickass bash and I hope you're doing well. From what I've been able to gather on your blog, you seem to be having a rather pleasant time out there. Toodles, chum! Take care!
Marco
P.S. How's the hunt for Kylie Minogue's ass coming along? You don't seem to be making much headway. What gives?! She ain't dyin' anymore! If presently she's not in Australia, then try to snag yourself a look-alike. That ought to satiate you for the time being.
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