Leaving Party

So on Wednesday after spending the morning cycling around Darwin up to Fannie Bay and Parap I headed out of town and back to Humpty Doo. It seems like I’m never going to get away from the place but there is a good reason to go back this night. Four more people are leaving and so there were plans for a bit of a knees up. And I’d get another free meal and an air-conditioned bed for the night. Can’t complain at that really can you.

Another cyclist

On my way back to Humpty Doo I saw a Japanese cyclist making his way towards Darwin. I thought it was Abo-Dai so I called out but when we got close saw it wasn’t him. It’s another crazy Japanese guy called Shiru I think he said, I’m not sure now. His English, while better than my Japanese, was not too good but I made out that he went from Cairns, south to Sydney, Melbourne and north to Alice and Darwin before going back to Cairns before Christmas.

Back in Humpty Doo my departure had caused some worry a few days ago. I took a book belonging to a girl there accidentally which had lots of messages from people she met on her travels all over the world. I was supposed to add my little bit which I never got round to doing but she got it back and all the curses on my name could be taken back. It was a good night, there was some ritual burning of mango related clothing after the BBQ. Cook got himself a bull out hunting and so we were served that. The meat was as tough as a truck tyre, tasty but almost too tough to chew. Look at me now, complaining about good food, I’m getting used to being pampered again

Much alcohol was consumed and as things were not getting messy enough for some people some drinking games were called for, one in particular Ring of Fire. We even had Johnny Cash on the CD player paying the theme tune as the game commenced. After much drinking and lots of pictures we had some casualties. Someone pulled out a razor and about five people decided that it was a good time to have a hair cut blade 0. Magical Trevor has awesome hair and ideal for a mullet of power. We got him hammered but not enough to let us give him a haircut. Shame because he has a fabulous moustache to go with it too. Eventually people started going to bed, most of these poor souls had to work in the morning at seven. It was not too pretty in the morning, there were a few very sick heads

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