Aussies and Mosies


We left the stadium feeling a little down hearted and it was made worse by constant Italian taunts. After a quick drink in the bar we headed back to the hostel garden where we were comforted by some friendly, drunken Australians who sympathised with us. We didn’t stay for long though because there were so many mosquitoes who seemed to have a liking for me, in particular my arms.



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