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As we are departing from Adelaide at the weekend I feel I should write a final blog to summarise the last few episodes in Adelaide. But first, I'll give you a detailed step by step guide of how to scare your family whilst on the other side of the world. Step 1: Ring your parents at 3:30am UK time to explain that you've been rushed to hospital, you're on a drip and some Australian so called 'doctor' wants to operate on your guts but isn't quite sure what is really wrong with you. Step 2: If they are not concerned by this point never speak to them again as they do not love you.
Turns out it was just appendicitis . Apparently according to Australian doctors the appendix is very difficult to find and requires some very intrusive and explorative methods to locate it. One such method leaves a dented ego and a slight limp for several weeks after. So after surgery you apparently need a week or two off work, brilliant!
Everywhere else we have been to in Australia so many people can't understand why you would go to Adelaide because apparently it's so dull and there isn't anything to do. Well, if you get yourself sufficiently drunk all the time or ill enough so that you are dosed on mega drugs you have no idea that Adelaide is boring or there is nothing to do. However, it's not like that because Adelaide has been a really fun place to live. I have reiterate the word 'live' because when you stay in one place for a prolonged period of time you can't actually class it as travelling so all those masses of moaning blog fans that are wanting travel blogs filled with entertainment, trips and tours and exciting things (excluding the pub) I will enlighten you with my day to day life.
Today I woke up and had a cup of tea, went to work to make the chicks hot. For those of you with their minds in the gutter, I work in a chicken shop. I do get to touch a lot of breasts though. After I finish, I head home and have a very healthy dinner and I'm in bed for about 8:30. See, that was boring and a complete lie. That would be partly because I didn't go to work today
Grandparents can skip this bit and pick up on the next paragraph. What actually happens is; I wake up to a slightly chubbier unshaven pie shop employee snoring (that would be Liam). And we do have separate beds for anyone with their mind still in the gutter. Our room smells of beer and farts and there are crisps everywhere and a half empty bottle of Dave's Insanity Chilli sauce in my bed together with a couple of stubbies. This is not good, Dave's sauce is designed to kill little children and remove oil stains form tarmac or in our case can be used to dare each other to eat as much as you can when drunk. The result in the morning isn't the best, I am going to have to put the bog roll in the fridge so I may as well get out of bed.
Grandparents can recommence reading now. So after returning from my 10 mile early morning run I explained to Liam that it probably wasn't the best idea staying so late at Adam's Leaving do because I feel really tired and slightly dehydrated as a result. That's right, people are leaving before us, I think it's definitely time to move on. Adam is one of the lads we have made really good friends with and he's leaving Adelaide for career in making fish have sex, I didn't even realise that this was a sport until I met him, weirdo.
I suppose the reason why we have stayed for so long apart from the fact that Liam could get free pies from work but we have made some great friends and just had so much fun hanging around together. When we leave tomorrow I look upon Adelaide as the place where we lived and made some great friends who I can't wait until they come to Europe and do it all again. Tim you are going to die you Australian pansy.
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