It all started to go a bit bizzare from the start. At 4 in the morning I tried to take a pocket knife onto a plane, which turned out to be the 11th of september. Alas I had been lookin gfor the pocket kinfe for ages. It tuend out that it had just been in the bottom of my bag the whole time. Well I guess that those X-ray macines really do work. The next thing I know that happened was it was 5 in the morning and I was drinking beer and being told that I was a typical mic dundee and everyone was taking the piss out of me for it. It was all a good laugh.
We got to benidorm, and I actually thought that apart form the weather there was not that much different form england, as everbody around us was british, I however flet like the token australian. We checked into the hotel and everybody started to relax and ahve a good time. The company was great, the weather was brilliant and everybody was feeling like having a good time.
The weekend went from friday to monday so by Sunday night we had all had enought and a good rest was in order. Flying back monday morning was a bit of relief as it ment that my own bed beconed and sleep would be found at last. It was a great weekend all in all.
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