On the way to our camp site:

The spot:



The crew:

My new tent:

My photgenic self:

Rob and moochie:




The ute on the beach, good times:

There's even camels in Australia!!

-- Post From My iPhone













My friend Kate's car, safe and sound:
Saturday night was relatively quiet, went to a show and was in bed by midnight. Sad I know, but I had to golf at bloody 6:30am Sunday morning. The show I went to was "Choke", based on a Chuck Palahniuk novel that I had read a few years ago. Interesting show, I'd give it an 8. The tee box on one of the holes at Ashgrove, I wasn't alone:



On the homefront... I still don't have furniture, I think it's set to be delivered this week. But by a stroke of golf enthusiast luck and next day shipping my golf driving mat and practice net showed up last week! Right now it's in the spare room, but I'll move it to the den once I get something to put under the mat (and over the hardwood). The ceilings are tall in my place and the lack of female influence allows me to turn a room into an indoor driving range. So far no complaints from the neigbours or holes in the wall. You have concentrate pretty hard not to toe a shot into the wall of a rented flat!






For anyone who was doubting that Australia rocks, let you be forever silenced. For those of you doubting that America kind of sucks, let you be rebuffed.... because our project is for Exxon/KBR and they both have a strict policies against the use of the more "liberal" substances found in this particular work kitchen.
Tomorrow, I open the fridge. I'm scared. In the meantime the hunt for local bank accounts and a place to live. Any suggestions? City or inner city burbs?




