Back To 1770

This was a belter. Stopping off for a night in the Town of 1770, we were reaquanted with a girl we had met/mocked on a previous bus journey. Heather, or The Animal as she would later be known, is at least 30% Down's Syndrome. A few quick examples:

1) When we told her she had caught the sun on her face she crossed her eyes in an attempt to have a look. Let me just clarify that point. She tried to look at her own face without using anything as a source of reflection. That is the equivalent of attempting to lick your elbow or trying to bite your left ear.
2) When doing graffiti in the hostel kitchen (you were allowed to write comments on the wall) she wrote 'No regrats (sic). Go kayaking.'
3) Just look at her! (Bottom of the entry)

We met some quality people, namely Carla and Irish (Aine). Also, all my life it has appeared I can't go anywhere in the world without meeting somebody from down my road. It's a shock that it's taken this long but finally I met Liz from Edenfield. After a good old chat about the new traffic lights at the roundabout and the naughty goings on in the Rhythm Station I was back on track.

Whilst on a comical tour of the small town we were told there is no crime at all in 1770. There was no lock on the hostel door and you can apparently leave your car keys in the ignition. Imagine how pissed off I was when $250 got nicked from my wallet. How unlucky is that? Granted, it's not quite as unlucky as this man.

Back at camp we had formed a band with The Animal on drums. Here's a few snaps we took for the cover of our first album. Click on them to enlarge and see if you can spot which one bangs the bongos.