So this was at the end of our second week in Australia . . . yes . . . Fortitude Valley and all that. I only have the one photo from this night. Sharon sent this along. That night, at this bar called No. 12, there was this guy there, taking pictures, for some kind of student, local newspaper thing (god knows). We all agreed it was fine to have our picture taken, thinking nothing more of it. Couple weeks later, the picture ends up in print, which begs the question, "How bad were the other pictures he took if this one actually made it to print?" From left to right, we have Dan, Kerrin, me, Shazza and Rob. Dan and Shazza were showing us (Rob and I) around loads of bars/pubs/clubs that night and I think this was the first one we went to (initially just the four of us). Kerrin was the first to show up, and then . . . well, people, names, faces, beer and all that . . . it muddles things . . . I remember this farmer from several hundred miles west of Brisbane, talking to him for a while . . . Kerrin had met him at the bar . . . he was called Alan . . . for some reason (muddled), I ended up with his mobile phone number. Kerrin said random numbers as I tried to take his number from him. Not her numbers, just random numbers.

And were we watching a fight kick-off as we sat outside Ric's Cafe Bar? No, that was Saturday.