Life in Urkadurkastan...

18 months since my last blog...guess this one is o/due

I was going to write about the trip up to site yesterday....cept the story starts in Rolleston 2 weeks ago...on the way to the airport to return to work. Suitcase was a little light for the return, so off to the supermarket to stock up with essentials....gluten free pasta, gf biscuits, gf caramel slice, gf....you get the drift, GF foods are scarce here in Urkadurkastan....then to Henry's for a couple of bottles of Bundy for the Aussie contingent over here. One std, one OP.

Saterday night was a farewell for Dan, a yank from Tuson AR.....always good for a round of golf on his first full day off because I can beat him when he is hung over. Dan was drunk Friday night as usual, late morning it was time for golf...I started with a black coffee, salad and took a couple of Iced teas and a bottle of water for the round. (Its hot anddry) Dan started with a double baileys and coffee, and Eds big breakfast washed down with a Corona, then off to the first tee with a screw up....small coke bottle 3/4 full of frozen lemonade and Grapefruit juice topped with 100ml vodka....18 holes later the 3 coronas, 3 screwups and 2 coffees and baileys were getting the better of him. Back to town for a shower and quiet lay down before going out that night. No sooner had I put my head down and the door bell rang....Hey mayte....in that way only a yank can sound when he is trying to sound aussie....you got anything to drink as he swept by me and spotted two bottles of Bundy in the kitchen...buggar....and off came the top of the std. (we live in the same apartment building) (its not all one way with Dan, he picks up his share of the tab)

2 hours later it was off to Blonders....an Austrian styled Kyrgyz bar, for Dans farewell...remaining 2/3rds liter of Bundy in tow...there were about 30 at the function....including a couple of Dan's "Ladies of negoiatable affection" friends. And everyone had a good night. Sunday started of the same as Sat....a round of golf when Dan was finally comatose then a feed....we went our seperate ways about 4 pm....I was driving to site Monday morning so no drinking and early night for me...asleep by 9 pm for a 5 am start....

9.30pm...ding dong..."hey mayte"...where is that other rum the OP? Here you go...now Fark OFF!...I did not get much sleep after that and the 5 hour steady drive turned into a slow 7 hour dog tired crawl, stopping every hour for a coffee and sugar fix just to stay awake.

I arrive at site to be questioned "where is Dan, what happened to Dan last night? No one had heard from Dan all morning, he was not answering his phone or door bell and people were starting to worry....finally about 3 pm his phone was answered with a "huh?" Guess he liked the OP

One of the things about working at a dry camp, the body has 9 days to dry out (or 28 days if you are FIFO.) Dan is leaving us for a mine in south America....home every night....alchol available every night...I am worried for Dan.