One week

That's right, folks one week and we're outta here. So, in an effort to distract myself from the terrifying 'contingency' conversations my dad keeps having with me, here's a quick recap on what's gone on in the last 9 months.

-we got drunk
-planned a route
-paid for tickets
-injected ourselves with disease
-bought all sorts of untested-rumoured-to-work-gear
-got degrees/worked in jobs/did both (damn you Donaldson!)
-Decided not to go to Vladistok. Why? because apparently it's too scary. Just because it's corrupt & run by the mob, surrounded by tigers, and poorly serviced by an airline with a bad safety record. bah.
-Had birthdays
-learned to sail
-fell off surfboards (well I did)


Also, and I think our going away do is worth mentioning:

Bowes on fleet street (upstairs)

Sep 3rd (that's Saturday)

7:00

be there! It's gonna rule.