Strewth our ozzie adventure ends where it all began...put the hats down with the corks hanging off them and step away from the barbie bruce. never fear we did end in a blazing glory. most people we had met up the coast came to meet us in syders. Keeping with the true tradition of our trip me and cluas didnt go home together. he met with vicky in darling harbour and me and our newly found skanker and all round offender headed to the cross (open 24 hours). waking up nearly a day later in a bondi beach apartment wiping freshly sipped moet from our lips we apolgised to the house owners (which we still dont know how we met your their names) and made our walk of shame back to our hostels. The 2nd and last night proved to be a little more messier after a farewell 'barbie bruce' with midnight clout ending in perfect style. He was falling asleep talking to a hot air hostess (lucky she was aware of the emergency exits) his head nodded back and fore into the land of nod untill finally the bouncer asked sleepy pants to leave. not even a word of argument left the poor boys lips he just walked out. we left our last piece of mess for our room mates to clean up which wound them up no end and we were on our way to the land of the lord of the rings.........may i add that i may have hairy feet however that does not equal hobbit abuse. thank you. a final piece of abuse i have to include because it was funny- we met a french dude who couldnt believe we were welsh he said 'i thought clouter was a sweedish and you (nick) were a greek' (in a french accent).......ok abuse may begin for that ............now