Australia

February 2003

A visit to the colonial outpost for Mum's 60th birthday, my God-son's baptism, and a bit of good old-fashioned fun.

with Michelle, John and an Australian sized bottle of German beer

Getting used to being a godfather!

... I picked up a couple of birds ...

... and Mum lost a couple of marbles!

My friend Mark at the beach which might have been named after him ... Manly

We surfed until the sun went down. Now doesn't that sound romantic?

Mel, Mark, and I launched a mexican cantina band to earn a few extra pasos so we could buy more surf board wax.

Visiting a quintessential Sydney pub - "The London Hotel" in Balmain.

Enjoying a sample of my mate Steve's home brewed "Gavaughn Dry Lager".
Wonderful stuff but at 7.2%, one glass is enough to keep you from driving for a week.

A couple of born-again nose riders.

Lunch with the folks at the Kazbar, Balmain.

Trying my hardest not to look out of place on Manly beach which, ironically, is empty except for a few English backpackers.

Mark's son Keyo takes a few surfing lessons.

Discussing theology (or was it dinner plans?) with some friends at Moore College.

Dad and I at Zenith, a deserted beach on the Central Coast of NSW.
He gave me this t-shirt to keep me from experiencing a nationality crisis.

Yet another farewell for Gavin - this is becoming tiresome!

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