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My Cousin Walter

3:42 PM, Thursday, 3 August, 2006

Right at this moment, the last of our houseguests is being dropped at the airport. No more thermorests spread across the floor, half-naked men scaring the guards, dairy products exploding out of the fridge, or towels hanging over the bars on the windows.

People all over Port Moresby can rest easy now that there isn't a bunch of 14 crazy 20-something-year-old volunteers in from the provinces crashing/thundering/gallavanting/rolling across the town bleating/murmuring/shouting strange things like:

"I drank 2.5 chocolate milkshakes at Boroko Foodworld"
"This town is no good for my soul"
"COFFEE WITH CREMA!!!!"
"I can't believe he drank 2.5 chocolate milkshakes at Boroko Foodworld"
"Cheese, glorious cheese"
"I'm going to the Hagen show too!"
"I'm in this movie!" (in a German accent)
"You can't have fettucini carbonara after 2.5 chocolate milkshakes... Please!"
"You are a crazy driver!"

Whilst I loved having them here, it's nice to no longer feel like a character from Mall Rats.

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