Saturday

ghetto boys, make some noise.


"the end of an era..."

they are leaving, they are all leaving me. all of my little travelers and backpackers are leaving the hostel to continue their adventures elsewhere. in less than a month we have become a family, a family that bbq's as often as possible, takes advantage of coogee bay hotel, lives in 2K's common room, sings Grease Lighting, falls in love with italians, empties red wine bottles, consumes prawns like it is an occupation, sings S Club 7 in bars, chants on buses, and mostly make fun me for being american.

this is a toast to our last bbq as a family. i wish you all the best and will miss seeing your face/hearing your obnoxious accent everyday.



our favorite garlic prawns.

the famous red wine.

miss you guys already!

b.

[party; s club 7]

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