Australia Day

It turns out rather than celebrate in any coordinated or sophisticated way ie Bruns night dressing up eating traditional foods and reading poetry the Aussies just get pished burn their sausages on the bbq and them selves under the sun.  I'm just bitter cos Mairi and I missed out on getting involved in a world record braking attempt to have the most people on inflatable objects in one place at one time due to our car 'issues' from the day before. We did however meet up with our friend Tim who was still in the hostel but had annoyingly got his life sorted out with a job laying grass and awesome house to move into and a board to buy. Along with several Germans Tim joined us to go down to the night market-this time we were savoy to their weird opening hours and got in early and enjoyed sangria and haggled with the fake Spanish man for half price paella while listing to some local bands.