Hows it going back home, or Spain, england shire or where ever you are in the world?

In bundaberg, staying at a working backpackers. Everyone who stay there has to work in the farms, so it is all set up for us. Pretty cool, reasonably quiet, but when people are getting up for work at 5am, one kinda gets woken up too.

Im working like a slave at the moment, and believe me it is not good. I have to get up before 6 am and pick peppers for a meesely buck a barrel. My body is buggered and im poor. Feels like im a fecking potato farmer in Ireland or something. Not good at all. In fact im struggling to emphasise (or however it is spelt) how shit it is at the moment. "oh boo hoo, i have to work", but i think prison life would be more fun. Even with a daily buggering from Mohammed, the prison bitch.

On a brighter note, im only here for three weeks, then i shall be enjoying the Great Barrier Reef for the duration. Why did i make that sound like a brighter note, another three weeks and i will be walking like a cowboy, and not because of "my cell mate" Mohammed.

Meeting loads of new people, which is fantastic, except for a couple of proper belters. To be expected i suppose. Been getting the craic with a Livingston couple that Neil met on his way up to bundy. Sound bloke Joe, and his bird Dana. Decent scottish people, so its easy having a laugh. He used to be a Celtic fan, but now he is a jambo. Makes me like him a little less, but a torrent of Dav galliano abuse make it better. Well at least makes me feel better.

So in 3 weeks we are off cruising the coast. Neil and Katie are selling there car, so i think they want Marr and my fine self to chauffuer them about. A tight squeeze in the POS Casio, but a bit of craic none the less. Talking about a Neil. We got up for work yesterday, and were sitting about waiting for the bus to pick us up. Neil then pulls out a pair of boxer short from under his shorts. The fud had meant to put them on, but had forgotten and just put his short on with them just resting on his lap. It was like some comedy magic show, but how can you do that without realising in the first instance. He is not normal. We had a laugh. He surried off to put his boxer shorts back on. Proper cracker.

Tony, Jodie and Iain are leaving the day for a coach journey that will take in the rest of the coast, before they all fly home to europes new Costa del Sol, Inverness. Glad to see the back of them. Only kidding. Kinda. Not really. Sorta am, but not. Im telling on you, im telling on you, your face is like a stinky poo, sorta way. Nah jokes aside, friends make good times great times, so they will be missed. (happy birthday to Iain for tomorrow, 24/7/06)

Anyways, better go to bed, its 1300 hours, and i need to get an early night for work in the morning. In fact it is neartly the night before when we start, so i dont know. Rage.

Will think of some good craic, and email soon!!!!

Too da loo the noo.

Dav x