My first drinking night

Warning: this guy is a criminal, he is a "huai dan"(in Mandarin Chinese, it means bad guy).

Chris from Australia, 4/21 is his birthday.


He is a teacher who teaches English and Business. He had been to China and Korea for teaching. I was surprised at he could say some Mandarin Chinese like 啤酒(beer), 我心臟病發了, 好吃(delicious), 白痴(idiot), 謝謝(thank), 不是(no), 很好(very good).

At that night, Chris invited me to the beer zone because it's his birthday. I just got four days long day-offs and was upset. Though, he was nice to me and I could understand his speaking. So I did go.

He and the other Chris(English) could drink 40 bottles of beer. Faint. At most I could only drink 5.



That night, there were (from left to right) me, Martha(UK), Chris(Aussie), Chris(UK), Hannah(UK), and Jennie(Sweden) who was taking photos.


We drank some beers in the beer zone(near to the hostel). They gave me English names: Esky, Jadyn(Jaydon). Then went to a bar. Half free will, half enforced. I went too! Aussie Chris bought me a small glass of tequila. He added some salt directly into the glass. I didn't know it's not the normal way.

He got very drunk. And to my surprise, he asked me a question: electron, neutron, and proton; which one is your favorite particle? Haha. in the next morning, he didn't even remember he asked this question.


English Chris was very drunk also. He repeatedly called me "Jeff, Jason, Jack...".



After the bar, we were back in the tv room of the hostel. What! Aussie Chris brought a Whiskey down. And started to drink again. My gosh, that's it. All Australians are alcoholics.

(When they speak in normal speed, I can't understand the conversation at all.)

Half drunk I was. Couldn't quite remember what happened next. Aussie Chris fell asleep on the couch. And I went to my bed.

This was my first drinking night. Damn you, Aussie Chris, who poured some beer in my cup of milk tea.

Long time ago

Long time ago, my first few weeks in Echuca, I had no money at all. After paying accommodation, I had not enough cash to pay for key bond and rent the crockery. faint.




And at that time I didn't chat with other backpackers often. It's not good. I missed many good times I suppose.







But Laura was an exception. She made friends with almost every backpackers even only stayed in the hostel for one night.


As time past by, more and more people got in the hostel. It's a bit crowed I thought. But afterthought, it should be that way. Many people said coming to Australia is to experience and to meet people. I didn't understand that.

Slowly, I started to make friends with backpackers from other countries. I was not good at this, I am not, still.


I remembered I bought a sudoku puzzle book and tried to solve them all. Too difficult. So I decided to write a computer program to do it for me. Half success. The program can't solve some extremely hard sudoku. After that, I started to get busy at working so the program is left in the hard disc. Sorry!

Really nothing special at that period, until some guy who can say "Ni shi huai dan" came.

All photos in Tasmania uploaded

Hi, two days, I finally uploaded photos in Tasmania. I downsized all of them, alas!

I put photos in Echuca and in Tasmania into the same online album. Here it is(all albums).

Some albums more interesting:

20080410c Launceston Cataract Gorge

20080411b Grinelwald

20080412b Penguin

20080412d lunch near to Don River Railway

20080412f Sheffield

20080413b Cradle Mountain and Dove Lake

20080414b Lake St. Clair

20080418c Hazards beach

20080420g Ross Village Bakery

20080420i Accommodation Ros Caravan Park Units

Basically, I did it in the state library. There are so many people studying in it such that the internet access speed is extremely slow. Now I'm using a public free wifi in the federation square near to the Flinders Street Station. It's cold today but I wanna upload all photos. A bit tired.

Hope I still have energy and motivation to write some blogs and adjust my facebook. See ya.

PS. I uploaded too many photos. Though someone said a picture is worth one thousand words. Too many pictures lowers the average importance of all. Alas.