Australia: the second and third days

I love this hostel. I love this country. I love globalism. I don’t love the French.

So, another great party at the Pink House Thursday night, I use the term party loosely, it’s more like, everyone from the hostel just hangs out with each other with my favorite black Brit (Doug) playing guitar and everyone talking and drinking and such, but, still good times. Good times until the French arrive that is. Start working on a girl, then a frog shows up, and of course, damn accent wins.

Anyway… Kai (my new Korean friend) and I went to Manly beach, where I taught him the art of body surfing, it was great fun till I had to save him from drowning, but, he recovered, and then it was great fun again. Pizza, beer, new friends, women in bikinis, and body surfing at a beautiful beach on a great day… does it get any better than that? I don’t think so.

After Manly, Kai and I walked back to the hostel, hung out, went back to the Iraqi place, had dinner and hung out with Masar and Tony. Went to buy some drinks, went back to the hostel where I stayed up all night conversing and drinking with the others. And of course, getting “cockblocked” by the French. Ended up with an hour of sleep before…

Paul and Jan showed up at 8:30ish in the morning. My life with my new family officially started. We all hopped in, said bye to Kai. Kai is such an awesome friend he actually woke up early and stayed outside on the corner waiting with me even though he should have been asleep for how late he stayed up. We then wandered through town to the site of the 2000 Olympic games for the Sydney 500 and a concert featuring Paul’s favorite band, “Cold Chisel”. Paul was at their last concert 25 years ago. Much fun was had by all that day, especially with the enjoying of all the scenery.

I immediately felt like this is going to be a great 6 months. I feel like I fit well in the family for the most part, besides being a “damn Yankee” as they so lovingly refer to me. Paul and I seem to both have the same sick sense of humor. The twins, Jan, and I get along well. And Adam makes for quite an excellent side kick (most of the time).

Six months of this… ya… I’m pretty sure I can handle it. The thing that does worry and concern me… can they handle it?