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March 11th 2009
Published: March 11th 2009
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Oh the prairie lights are burnin bright
The chinook wind is a-movin in
Tomorrow night Ill be alberta bound
Though Ive done the best I could
My old luck aint been so good and
Tomorrow night Ill be alberta bound
No one-eyed man could eer forget
The rocky mountain sunset
Its a pleasure just to be alberta bound
I long to see my next of kin
To know what kind of shape theyre in
Tomorrow night Ill be alberta bound
Alberta bound, alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound


Sorry, figured a Gordon Lightfoot lyric would fit in nicely there. Well we finally did it folks. After 9 months, 10 timezones, 25 countries, 18 languages (major ones at least) and 20 currencies the boys have are finally coming home. Over these nine months we have made around 82 nightly stops! That means around every three days we'd have to pack up all our gear and head off to the next town. Grapes of Wrath? The travelling life isn't an easy one, but it's a good one. Anyways as we're ending our little blog and our Overseas Experience (as the Kiwis and Aussies call it), we thought we'd both do a bit of a questionnaire on the trip, the answers were hidden from eachother until now, notice the creepy similarity in thoughts, too long together. So here goes:

Where was your favourite hostel?
Dave: The Beachhouse, Coral Coast, Fiji
Jord: The Beachhouse, Coral Coast, Fiji

Where was your worst hostel?
D: The prison cells we stayed in in Delhi.
J: Prison cell/sweat box that was Delhi.

Best beer?
D: The sauerkraut, perogies and delicious beer we had in Krakow.
J: Any time Toohey's was ordered in Oz. Too much Goon even made Toohey's taste good.

Best meal (Breakfast/Lunch/Dinner)?
D: Breakfast = any of the Scandinavian Bakeries in Laos, Lunch = McDonalds in Delhi (thank god for Western food after a month of Indian), Dinner = Steak dinner at Terri Runcer's in Brisbane.
J: Breakfast = the Adcrofts house in Geneva, Lunch = Ferg Burger in Queenstown NZ, Dinner = Duck liver in Hanoi.

Favourite Bar?
D: The Normanby Hotel on a Sunday in Brisbane. Wow.
J: The outdoor multibar live music venus in Berlin.

Best Sleep?
D: First night in Hungary (combination of Harold Kunas pouring booze down my throat, and sleeping in my own bed)
J: Holly and Liz's in Perth after 21 days in Veronica the Camper Van.

Worst Sleep?
D: Vietnamese Sleeper Buses.
J: Vietnamese Sleeper Bus between Couple A and Couple B.

Favourite Landmark?
D: The Vientiane Gate, Laos. Or the Vertical Runway. Hilarious.
J: Town square in Florence.

Favourite Museum/Art Gallery visited?
D: Toss up. Brisbane Gallery of Modern Art or the Te Papa museum in Wellington.
J: Lourve.

Scariest Experience?
D: The buildup to the Nevis Bungy jump.
J: Without a doubt the Nevis Bungy.

Favourite Accomplishment?
D: Toss up again. Driving across the whole of Australia and not getting arrested or gravely ill.
J: Not dying.

Best Beach?
D: Railay Beach about 40 mins boat ride from Krabi in Thailand.
J: Koh Phi Phi.

I've had enough of this travelling %^#$ moment?
D: Every time that I spoke to HSBC on the phone.
J: Walking around Delhi and Indian train stations in general.

Strangest most surreal moment of the trip?
D: Drinking in a bar in Nha Trang with a group of Irish girls screaming out Garth Brooks songs after the bar tried to turn their music off. Classic.
J: Crazy Cabaret coupled with the terrible live music and Latvians drunk as ten men on the Stockholm-Riga ferry.

When we most wanted our mommies...?
D: Making sure I wasn't anywhere further than 10 feet from a toilet in India.
J: When my bank card stopped working in Koh Samui or Christmas in a van in Melbourne.

Best day?
D: Any day at the Beachhouse in Fiji.
J: Fiji - Town, scrabble, sunset beersbie, duty free boozing at night.

Most embarrassing moment?
D: Auckland International Airport when I kept beeping in security and everyone was looking at me and the security guards asked me to remove what was in my back pocket, I reached in and realised I'd forgotten about the condom there. Hilarious if not only for the comments the security guards gave me.
J: Asking the Asian-American tourist for our drinks bill in Koh Phi Phi (as Dave bursts out in laughter and agreement).

Thing you're most looking forward to when you get home?
D: My family, seeing the new house, eating good food and leaving my belongings in a place for longer than a day.
J: The first family get together and the food.

Hope you enjoyed that everyone. Those that can look forward to the unedited questionnaire know who you are and can look forward to that. Also, just in case you didn't know already (living in a cave?), there's a bit of a shindig at Vasa on Saturday the 14th for the homecoming! Thanks to all the people that have put us up, fed us, drank with us, kissed us (all three of them), entertained us, and most importantly put up with us. Thanks to our families especially we love and miss you all and can't believe how you've gotten by without us. SEE YOU IN A COUPLE DAYS. Love, the boys.

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