bloody hellbiscuits! what madness. hmm were to start.
i woke up to the sound of some one screaming or shouting very loadly. i thought it was caroline (veryt nice german girl) calling cristian and dipti (also cool germans) to get ready or some thing as they were going fishing that morning. across from me bert leapt out of bed quickly. pest, i thought . it must be 7.00 and hes late for work. suddenly through the screaming i heard the voice shouting “has any one got a cell phone?!” over and over. this is serious i thought getting out of bed and fumbling around for my cloths. someone must have cut themselves or something. i spent a stupid amount of time trying to put my shirt on the right way, grabbed my phone and my torch and ran out of the dorm. the cene that greeted me was a man lieing on the floor, not breathing. two people were hadphones and were instructing another two people who were atempting CPR. ack! i thought. i couldnt see the mans face clearly. i i thought it was cristian. this cut me like a knife. i squatted down and started willing him to breath and thinking don’t let it be cristian. were the hell was the ambulance?…

i will finnish this later. i have to go and get some bread. we are going to the beach.

yesterday anika (a lovly german girl) and myself hitch hiked to pahia and went on the hole in the rock tour last ing three hours, but i think i will tell you about that some other time.

looking into woofing.

julio

While I remember, on that documentary about Thailand, which was based around what the British Consulate did, there were a couple of items about saps who had gone to one or other of the beach parties, got carried away, left their bags lying around, and lost everything. Someone else met a girl, gave her his credit card details, and seemed surprised she had emptied his account!

Buses are packed with who leaving KK? Disenchanted ex fruit pickers with skin diseases?

You now have to pay to see fairweather/dicebox!!! www.girlamatic.com/series.php?name=dicebox&view=current

back at uni. all sunny and pleasent.

whilst at granny’s we went for a very posh meal at the “Baltic”. some sort of art gallery in gateshead, near the millennium bridge. the restaurant was at the top of the building and we would have a had a really spectacular views, but there happened to be a thunder storm at the time! Fairly tasteful, i had black pudding for starter and turbot for main.

Carla had some sort of cancerous growth and was in the vets for a while. she seems to have recovered as is quite lively and suchlike. albeit with various shaved areas.

D and M are driving back at the mo in the pest car. Dod says, go fruit-picking.

the place with the bloke was aranga holiday park. his friend turned out to be very nice, we hung out with him quite a bit.

i tried to download one of those matrix teaser things when i was at home but it was to long