Well, its been a while hasnt it!

At the moment my photos from the Whitsundays and the few I took in 1770 are on a disk in Cairnes at the moment as someone wanted all of the photos that every1 took.

Paul, you advised me not to go to 1770 -what a mistake that would have been. I had 1 of the best weeks so far up there. Drunk evrynight, so i'v no order in which of the following happened, or if they even did for that matter.

Up there I met a group of lads, of which one of them ate baby food as he was 2 lazy to chew - shout out 2 Crawford, especially after that sweaty veg meal! Met 2 girls from Carlisle who I am travelling with at the moment although they lack the ability to say up correctly and one of them sings near enough everything she wants to say. Met another Scandanavian girl - this one from Sweden. I got her talking by telling her I had played Handball before, your right, I havent! Worked a treat, and she is still none the wiser.

Me Chris & Adam met Zack on the 1st night, we took the assumption he is the town drunk as he played all of us at pool bout 4 times each and won 1 game - a truly melmorable performance of which I doubt any of us will ever forget, but we will try! He kept asking if he was bigs or smalls (Spots or stripes) as he was constantly behind but believed he was always in front.

I rode the choppers as well, there like mini Harleys i suppose. Very good fun, except for Gaz who managed to get his bike past the magical 80 km/h by going down hill - he's a big fella - and hitting a pot hole and a slight wobble for a little while! He admitted he didnt particuarly enjoy that moment!!