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1st February 2004
Bei left Broome yesterday, we may not see each other for a year or two. I'm trying not to thinking about it.
3rd February 2004
last night in broome. this is barnaby.
4 of us hanging to go fishing but due to a seppo navy destroyer being moored on the jetty, catching barra was off cards. up turns the roach eating barnaby heir to british millions, a genius half wit drunk - anything for fishing. it's late but the thought of adventures gets me out of my seat and into barnabys land cruisers. 5 mins of filling a radiator, it was still empty and we left.
some shit about a broken line emergency on a boat - we're past armed guards 1. same excuse but more slurred and we're passed armed guards 2. ace. now what? do we hide next to this US destroyer and fish?
" nah we need to catch live bait to catch barra, and the live bait's down by the check points"
so 4 guys, an eski of piss and a shit load of fishing tackle walk back to the guards and set up fishing. the guards were more interested in boasting about budwieser label collections, so we caught plenty of perch and barnaby challenged the sailors to a drinking competition, subtle. an hour later a storm started. back to the truck, another 5 mins of pouring water straight through the radiator and we're moving.
good effort from a man who had been eating mushrooms all day.
10th February 2004
barnaby didn't stop eating mushrooms and a week later admitted him self to hospital.
13th February 2004
today, on the other side of the world my dear granny passed away. rest in peace. x
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