After some soul draining days in Surfers Paradise, a Disney-like resort town where Girls Gone Wild should have their headquarters, I've taken up shop in this cool hippie haven called Byron Bay. Far less commercial and the ocean air is mixed with some herbal essence of a curious sort. Aromatherapy they call it. Sure. Whatever. Just keep the breeze flowing...
Anyway, I'm rooming with some Jewish dudes and a naive German. The German was telling me this story of getting hired by two older guys who appeared to be "the best of friends, living the life together." They garden to club music and have their own discotheque in their home. They also, how do you say, "make good massage on me after helping them in their garden." After 9 hours of gardening and relaxing with his new friends he still had no idea they were, how do you say "making the moves on him." He thought they were just really nice, close friends showing him some genuine Aussie hospitality. Funny stuff.
Still no pics. I'll start downloading some photos from the camera when I can.
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Um...who DOESN'T garden to club music? I would be more afraid of those who don't. Oh, btw, did he happen to give you the couple's number?
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