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Avalon

December 15, 1994

Dear Douglas:

Hey kids!! It’s Mike again with a
little more to say about Australia. Okay,
it’s only been two weeks since I got here
but boys and girls, | could write about
this place forever. I’m currently staying
with my friends Tim and Darlene in their
cozy little flat about one hour north of
Sydney, and I’ve found a little piece of
paradise.

Picture this: The sun is setting be-
hind row upon row of lush trees, filled
with birds, of all kinds, singing to me
(yeah, right...), and, as it sets, I stare at
the majestic harbour; Carleton Cold beer
in one hand, half empty Carleton in the
other, cheers to my companion Kevin
Morrow and smile. As I sit back and pon-
der my good fortune, it’s a wonder I can
still picture my fellow Canadians freez-

 

 

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ing their ASSES off back home!

The basic scenario for the past two
weeks has been as follows... the beach!!
There are two main beaches up in these
parts, Avalon and Whale Beach - both
prime, offering lush waves, good surfin’,
smooth tan-coloured sand... rock and
pollution-free sand.

I’ve been out tackling a few waves
and in some cases, been tackled or even
dummied heavily by some huge 30 foot,
okay 15 foot, all right 3 foot waves, but
hey... I just got here.

Hey Kev brother, pass me another
cold one out of the freezer my man.
Cheers old boy!

Timbo, go for a surf?

Oh, hey folks, sorry ‘bout that,
you’re still reading I guess. I'll try to
keep to the topic, which is, to say... me.

Seriously though, I’ve been un-
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content. The next challenge is to find my
future home for myself and my mates
Kevin, Jim and Rick (I said mates, kind
of Australian, eh?).

The current top prospect is a hip
little suburb called Manly, located just
north of Sydney, and boasting a beauti-
ful, lush, scantily-clad female-laden
beach. I could call this home... Oh! (A
bit of the Dice-man accent required here,
Andrew Dice Clay, that is). I’m sure me
and the boys could get to like Manly’s

attractions, and I don’t mean the trees...
Oh! (Dice again.)

Hey shit! She’s not wearing a top,
she’s coming over...

“Mike! Mike!” “Yes” I respond to
her.

Ouch! Geez Kevin! Oh, I was day
dreaming: sorry again folks.

Anyways, next time I write, I'll
have a flat and a job, or be a broke bum
on the beach... either way I am laugh-
ing!

February 25, 199!

Mike Mountain

 

Until next time...

Merry Xmas, Happy New Yea
and Cheers,
-Mike

{Mike Mountain is the OP's Austra
ian corespondent. This is the second in
series of letters from Mike, written deep i
the heart of Oz. Apparently, they're als
written deep in a state of inebriation. Mik
likes to put on women's clothing and han
around in bars. -TE}