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January 23rd, 2003
Esperance, WA
10 km (6.2 mi)
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Did a bunch of actual paying work today. Head was terribly fried so I went out to the pier. As I was going out there was a kid around 8 years old, all tangled up in fish line. It was pretty funny in that he was cussing up a storm.
Got back to the hostel, it was a little quiet. Keep thinking I should hae maybe stayed at the other hostel, this one is a little too quiet. I did have a very long and detailed conversation with a guy about bricklaying. He was impressed that I knew what "mud" was and why they payed left handed brickies more money in some cases. If it wasn't for him the social scene at the hostel would have been pretty dead.
Rest of the evening was answering email, then off to bed.
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