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            			<item><title><![CDATA[Wednesday, 01 September 2010 - SECOND CORPSE FOUND IN FOREST]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.leboogie.com/Home/Blogs/Blog-Details?&BlogID=66]]></link><description><![CDATA[Wednesday, 01 September 2010

	

	Thomas Robinson (on left) with friend and possible suspect, Jason Spence.

	Following the shocking discovery of human remains in the Belanglo State Forest on Monday, a further body has been unearthed by unsuspecting campers in nearby bushland this morning.

	Initial examinations by forensics indicate the corpse to be that of 22 year old Thomas Robinson, a promising bodyboarding talent from the Woolongong region. The find has baffled medical personnel who believe that whilst the corpse appears deceased on the outside, there is unconfirmed evidence that suggests Robinson&amp;#39;s vitals may still be functioning.&amp;nbsp;

	&amp;quot;The body was found dressed in dark, sinister garments which experts have determined to be the 2010 Iamnone winter range,&amp;quot; a detective announced at this afternoons press conference, sparking claims from skeptics that it may in fact be a fashion statement or a staged marketing ploy.

	At this stage police investigators are refusing to speculate as to who, if anyone, is behind the alleged death. Friends and relatives of the corpse strongly disputed the autopsy results, stating that Robinson &amp;#39;always looks dead&amp;#39;, before adding that &amp;#39;he is probably just hungover&amp;#39;.

]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 17:15:00 EST</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Wednesday, 01 September 2010 - LAGOONED]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.leboogie.com/Home/Blogs/Blog-Details?&BlogID=65]]></link><description><![CDATA[Wednesday, 01 September 2010

	In Tahiti, the term &amp;lsquo;lagooned&amp;rsquo; more often than not refers to getting washed over the reef at Teahupoo. (i.e. you&amp;rsquo;ve been sent into the undiscriminating lagoon that lies in front of the wave). You don&amp;rsquo;t want to be lagooned. Primarily because it has to be big to get you in there, so it&amp;rsquo;ll be a sound beating that pushes you in. Also it&amp;rsquo;s about a forty minute paddle back to the peak, as you have to swim all the way out and up the channel.&amp;nbsp;

	My first lagooning was in May 07. A friend and I booked our trip about a month in advance, and a foolish move it was. We arrived the exact same day as the WQT Billabong Pro legends arrived. I say &amp;lsquo;legends&amp;rsquo; with the up-most sarcasm. Never the less, we got fun waves and the afternoon sessions were usually mellow, in that you could actually get a couple to yourself.&amp;nbsp;

	

	On one of the last days a solid swell hit; about 12 feet and it was proper Chopes. I was sitting deep and closer in from the pack, the same as us groms do in Hawaii, getting the ones that slip through (the scraps). At last, my time to shine hurtled towards me as the mass of big wigs pulled back on a slabbier number. I slotted into a large, round, westerly pit. The thing with the westerly waves at Chopes is that they don&amp;rsquo;t like to let you out. This wave was no exception and after a lengthy, scenic ride I got blasted by the shock wave and sent into the roof. I wore a medium beating and came up feeling fine. The next wave, however, landed square on my head and showed me all I needed to know about getting fucking pumped. I finally surfaced, metres away from the judging scaffolding, still getting washed around, hitting my arse on the random chunks of reef that hide in the lagoon.

	After a few minutes of reflecting on what exactly just occured, I began my arduous paddle back to the peak, feeling enlightened and liberated. The best wave in the world just showed me its ugly side, and I felt that we were closer for it.

	&amp;nbsp;

]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 11:54:24 EST</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Monday, 30 August 2010 - AMAURY SHOCKS NOBODY TO WIN 2010 WORLD TITLE]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.leboogie.com/Home/Blogs/Blog-Details?&BlogID=64]]></link><description><![CDATA[Monday, 30 August 2010

	

	&amp;nbsp;

	Amaury Lavernhe is a liar. Official reports out of IBA headquarters this morning reveal his overwhelming disbelief. Unbelievable, he cries from the podium. Dream come true, etc.

	Over a delightful period of two weeks in August, Amaury agreed to become my beloved pen-pal in the interests of the unorthodox nature of this magazine and my own personal pursuit of left-field journalism. Sometimes he scribed of his overzealous preparation for Sintra and beyond. Martial arts and meditation and riding bicycles. His words evoked an unspoken certainty that a crown would soon decorate his brow.

	Mostly, however, he wrote of a Polynesian paradise. Fishing in magical lagoons and delicious quiche for dinner and backyard tattoos.

	&amp;quot;The guy who done it is a tahitian local. He does it at his house. I told him I wanted a wave and he made something really cool. It was painful. But after few minutes, because its so painful, your body secretes some substances that make it easier to bear.&amp;quot;

	More riveting biological facts from Amaury can be found in our prophetic correspondence featured in issue five, available September 17.

	(Oh btw, you all failed spectacularly in forecasting the Sintra finalists so the signed Skipp board goes to Andrew Bleakley, for being the first to predict Amaury&amp;#39;s triumph. How ridiculous!)&amp;nbsp;

]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 11:57:54 EST</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Monday, 23 August 2010 - THE TYPICAL TOURIST - WIN A SIGNED MANTA SKIPP BOARD]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.leboogie.com/Home/Blogs/Blog-Details?&BlogID=63]]></link><description><![CDATA[Monday, 23 August 2010

	

	Sydney. Thoughts?

	I hopped on a train and went down to the harbour today, did the typical tourist thing. Took a few photos. It&amp;#39;s a nice city, I was just walking around taking it all in. Seems like people are living good here.&amp;nbsp;

	And the Manta promo?

	We got some fun days of surf. We had a good night up in Byron. That was kind of the grand finale. Leading up to that point we were all over the place non stop, you know. On the road at five in the morning and back to the house by eight at night, for a week straight.&amp;nbsp;

	How many autographs?

	Oh gosh, I don&amp;#39;t know. The promos weren&amp;#39;t like, out of control, but the kids who came were really stoked.

	Does the world tour interest you?&amp;nbsp;

	Ummm... A little bit. I try to catch the webcasts, if they are on at a reasonable time, and I&amp;#39;m at home, and I&amp;#39;m not doing anything. Who&amp;#39;s winning it right now? Amaury or something?

	Oui. Amaury, then Pierre.

	Yeah, well it&amp;#39;s cool to see a different part of the world taking a stand. Goes to show that bodyboarding is still growing and developing. Both those guys have spent a lot of time in Australia so they probably have a lot of people to thank from here.

	

	Where you go next?

	Back home to Hawaii, I&amp;#39;ll be hanging there for about another week, then I&amp;#39;m heading to the east coast to do a USBA contest. I think that&amp;#39;s on September 1st to 7th, the waiting period. It&amp;#39;s a decent wave if it gets a little swell. Could be fun. After that I&amp;#39;m trying to get down to Puerto. Surf my brains out for a few weeks.

	Parting words to Australia?

	I hope I can return soon. When the big boss wants me back down here, I&amp;#39;ll be here.

	The big boss has shown great charity, providing one signed Manta Skipp Signature board for us to giveaway. The first Nostradamus to correctly predict the four semi-finalists and overall champion of the Sintra Pro, kicking off tomorrow, will take the prize. Entries taken via comment. Happy punting!

	

]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 15:49:49 EST</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Friday, 20 August 2010 - MOBILE MASTERPIECES]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.leboogie.com/Home/Blogs/Blog-Details?&BlogID=62]]></link><description><![CDATA[Friday, 20 August 2010

	Have you ever walked into an old persons house and noticed an odd smell? That&amp;#39;s not the old cat food behind the sofa. Its death. Tired old dying skin worn out from years on this earth. People of this scent often can be heard complaining about how the youth of today spend too much time on there mobile phone things and computers. These same people have zero concept of twitter, Facebook or le BOOGIE.
	
	I write this post confident that these geriatric loveable oxygen thieves will never read this and their lives will continue on the same path as yesterday and the day before that.

	&amp;nbsp;

	
	
	One man who embraces every kilobyte and welcomes the proposed broadband upgrade by the political parties is Brendon Backshall. After a recent road trip with the man, I found myself snooping around in his phone for creepy text messages to his girl to poke fun of him on the site. Sadly its all phone sex for Backshall. His voice sets Hannah (his lovely girlfriend) straight to go mode so he tries to maximise the talk time when possible. I did find some rather cool phone images.
	
	Brendon picked 10 of his latest master pieces for us and has captioned for your viewing pleasure.

	
		Single kick speed blur
	
		My mode of transport around the streets of Dunsborough.
	
		Gus and Paige my hounds.
	
		The view from the flight from Perth over to Sydney.
	
		Sydney city from the back seat of the Manta tour bus.
	
		My luck on the TAB had definitely run dry but when this dog came up on the screen with my girlfriends favorite colour in front of her name I just had to bet on it. Gold Hannah came in 7th.
	
		Ian Osterloh is one of the nicest guys I have ever meet, This is his rad little Holden Barina that set him back a whopping $50.
	
		Rawlins at work.
	
		Desert football, Chad on his way to pulling his hamstring.
	
		My coffee table.
		&amp;nbsp;


	&amp;nbsp;

	

]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 20 Aug 2010 15:29:04 EST</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Thursday, 19 August 2010 - WHO WILL LEAD US?]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.leboogie.com/Home/Blogs/Blog-Details?&BlogID=61]]></link><description><![CDATA[Thursday, 19 August 2010

	With the Australian national election only days away we are faced with the chance to decide our futures for better or worse.
	As always the case in Australian politics the leadership race is between the two major parties Liberal and Labour with the Greens aligning themselves with the Labour party. I Know jack shit about politics and the fundamentals which the two major parties stand for, I have decided to review their power animals. What is a power animal you ask?
	
	It comes form the Shaman beliefs that everything in the world is alive, bearing an inherent virtue, power and wisdom. Our power animal represent our connection to all life, our qualities of character, our power.
	
	Tony Abbott : Gecko&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;

	&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
	Geckos are small to average sized lizards belonging to the family Gekkonidae, found in warm climates throughout the world. Tony Lives in Australia, Manly (NSW) to be precise. In January this year Manly recorded a record temperature of 41 degrees. That&amp;#39;s warm.
	
	All geckos, have no eyelids and instead have a transparent membrane which they lick to clean. Tony loves to lick his lips when the press are up in his grill this is to harness the inner gecko to appear clean and transparent to the public.
	
	Many gecko species will drop their tails in defense, a process called autotomy. Tony tends to drop a little bomb every now and then, which leaves the attacker (public) startled and confused while he sneaks off to safety.
	
	Some species can change colour to blend in with their environment. Whether Tony is at the local swim meet at Manly in his dick togs or hanging tough with the miners in the red dust over in Kalgoorlie. Tony will change his appearance to fit any environment to not arose suspicion.
	
	Some species are parthenogenic, which means the female is capable of reproducing without copulating with a male. It is widely thought Tony believes women should be at home making babies while the men run the country. With the capability to self reproduce, Tony&amp;#39;s thoughts could be a reality.

	
	
	Julia Gillard : Black Swan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;

	&amp;nbsp; 
	The black swan can be found in Europe, especially Britain and it&amp;#39;s surrounds areas, although the perfect climate is the Australian southern coastlines. Gillard was born in 1961 in Barry, Vale of Glamorgan, Wales. After she suffered from bronchopneumonia as a child, her parents were advised it would aid her recovery if they were to live in a warmer climate. The family migrated to Australia in 1966, settling in Adelaide just like the swan.
	
	The black swan&amp;#39;s bill is orange-red, the top is white, legs are black. The females have slightly lighter plumage coloration. Lets face it Julia has the whole red / orange thing down to a tea.
	
	When swimming, Black Swans hold their necks arched or erect, and often carry their feathers or wings raised in an aggressive display. When our Julia is on the back foot you can often see her neck appearing to disappear at times giving the public a scary insight into her power animal attack mode.
	
	The female Black Swan often takes the forward approach to raising its family and often denies help from its male partner after the baby is born. Julia although having a male partner, Tim Mathieson has not officially committed to him and still claims they are a just a couple of good friends in a recent newspaper. Also the swans forward approach is strong in Julia. Her actual mantra is &amp;quot;Together, let&amp;#39;s move forward.&amp;quot;
	
	An estimated one-quarter of all pairings between black swan&amp;#39;s are homosexual, mostly between males. They steal nests, or form temporary threesomes with females to obtain eggs, driving away the female after she lays the eggs. The female in most cases is fine with this and goes on living her normal life. Julia has gay friends, gay cabinet members and often has been the swinging vote in many decisions on gay marriage in the Labour party.

	&amp;nbsp;

	
	
	Bob Brown : Giant Panda&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;

	&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
	Pandas are part of the bear family and can easily recognized by their large distinctive black patches around their eyes. Bob&amp;#39;s eyes are very tired and often resemble his power animal&amp;#39;s darken eyelid characteristics.
	
	The Giant Panda&amp;#39;s diet is 99% bamboo. Other parts of its diet include honey, eggs, fish, yams, shrub leaves, oranges, and bananas when available. Bob stands up for the conservation of forrest, for the sake of strong bamboo growth in the future possibly. Maybe. And also has a strong stance on the fishing in and around Australian waters. Bob likes most of the natural diet of a Giant Panda.
	
	Due to farming, deforestation, and other development, the Giant Panda has been driven out of the lowland areas where it once lived. Bob has always supported the stop to deforestation all over Australia. No forest, no home for the power animal. Makes sense now Bob.
	
	In the wild, the Giant Panda is a terrestrial animal and primarily spends its life roaming and feeding in the bamboo forests of the Qinling Mountains and in the hilly Sichuan Province. Bob Brown is often found roaming all over the country hanging out in forests. His siding with logging protest groups have seen him hanging out for days on end in the leafy matter.
	
	Though generally alone, each adult has a defined territory and females are not tolerant of other females in their range. With so much anger between the females you can see why in 1972 Bob came out in a newspaper article and announced that he was gay. Nothing but good times when its the boys around huh Bob?
	
	Giant Panda&amp;#39;s are known for their misbehavior and trickery whilst in captivity. The bears have been known to seem to play tricks on their keepers and always find themselves in trouble. Bob has been known for vocal protest campaigns, which created international headlines on 23 October 2003 when he was suspended from the parliament for interjecting during an address by the visiting President of the United States, George W. Bush. Bob is a bit of a trouble maker at times.
	
	&amp;nbsp;

]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 19 Aug 2010 20:00:00 EST</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Thursday, 12 August 2010 - A CELEBRATION OF GENEROSITY]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.leboogie.com/Home/Blogs/Blog-Details?&BlogID=59]]></link><description><![CDATA[Thursday, 12 August 2010

	In the accelerating world of now, the aura surrounding the payphone has blurred. The iPhone is bread and the lavish service plan is butter. And you eat and eat and eat!&amp;nbsp;

	Convenience has thus been forgotten. Today the payphone suggests mystery. And so naturally, one must suspect those lifting a disease riddled communal handset are involved in suspicious activity. Are they thwarting a complex bomb plot? Escaping the Matrix? Descending to secret headquarters? Having phone sex with stranger? About to be sniped by Keifer Sutherland?

	We have some hot wallets to giveaway, courtesy of I Am None. They marry stainless steel to hide of cow. Plus, one bears an angular pocket to mind your gold and silver, for the next time you&amp;#39;re trapped in a glass case of emotion and need an extra minute or two. The two most ingenious answers to the following question will reap reward.

	Who is Thomas speaking to, and what are they speaking of?

	

]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 18:20:55 EST</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Wednesday, 11 August 2010 - ONCE BITTEN, TWICE SHY]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.leboogie.com/Home/Blogs/Blog-Details?&BlogID=58]]></link><description><![CDATA[Wednesday, 11 August 2010

	Are hangovers counted as injuries? The bad ones should be. &amp;nbsp;

	It was Kane Waldron, Mitch Woodland and me on our last night in Antofagasta, before we flew back to Santiago. Christian- our local friend, photographer and guide, kindly put on a BBQ for us at his house. We had an authentic Chilean BBQ cooked the authentic way. It was by far the best meat I&amp;rsquo;ve eaten in my life. Before arriving at Christian&amp;rsquo;s place our trio agreed that a few beers were in order, just to have with dinner. So to the bottle shop we go, and we buy a slab of tinnies. Mitch, however, had other ideas, buying a bottle of white rum and a two litre Coke. For himself.&amp;nbsp;

	The flames for the BBQ were not yet ignited when Mitch was half way through his rum, getting pretty damn loose and saying some of the funniest shit I&amp;rsquo;ve ever heard. This was awesome, but it wasn&amp;rsquo;t until we began eating, and Mitch refused food to (unsuccessfully) sneak off for a sly spew in the garden, that I realised a wild night was on the cards.&amp;nbsp;

	Our remarkable dinner was consumed, and I then felt obliged to play catch up. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t tell you how many cans I necked in the car on the way to the club, just that it was enough to catch Mitch, and maybe even surpass him.&amp;nbsp;

	We danced to &amp;ldquo;Regaton&amp;rdquo; and laughed the night away drinking Pisco Sour; a brutally strong local drink, before finally heading home. Wrestling down the hallway of our hotel, we bust down the door and unintentionally wake up Kane with a laughing fit suffered by the both of us. It must have gone on for twenty minutes, non stop. It was mental. I&amp;rsquo;ve never laughed so hard in my life. The night completely ended with me strangling Mitch because he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t come to McDonalds with me, which I found strangely amusing the next day.&amp;nbsp;

	I was awakened by my alarm mercilessly piercing my ear drums. &amp;ldquo;Holy shit&amp;rdquo; was all I could say. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t happening. I didn&amp;rsquo;t have to get up, pack my shit and rush to get a cab to the airport, surely? Alas, that was exactly what I had to do. Franticly I stuffed my bags, raced down the stairs, and fortunately had a cab waiting to go. My eyes bled, my stomach convulsed and my brain pleaded for a bullet. &amp;nbsp;Out of the city and through the desert we drove, my head out the window, spraying the sands with spew and bile, re-entering the car only to exclaim, &amp;ldquo;Rapido, Por Favor!&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;

	I made the flight and vowed to never party the night before an early flight again.&amp;nbsp;

]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 15:15:00 EST</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sunday, 08 August 2010 - MIKE STEWART\'S DIARY]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.leboogie.com/Home/Blogs/Blog-Details?&BlogID=55]]></link><description><![CDATA[Sunday, 08 August 2010

	Sometime during the last Hawaiian season, L Shad was scouring roadside waste bins looking for something to eat. Rarely was it that he came up trumps, mostly salvaging pizza crust or cabbage or the residue off a used condom.

	But! Sifting through the dirt and excrement, he unearths a scandalous discovery. Beard of Zeus! The private memoirs of the forefather! And now, thanks to Luke&amp;#39;s vile diet, we reveal the first explosive excerpt from said diary without a shadow of guilt.&amp;nbsp;

	&amp;nbsp;

	Oct 12

	Breakfast is always nice on Oahu. Brainstormed with wife over scrumptious whole-wheat pancakes about names for new company. She suggested &amp;#39;Groovy boards&amp;#39; and &amp;#39;Speed boards&amp;#39; which are really awful, but I think I&amp;#39;ll go with &amp;#39;Science boards&amp;#39;. I am passionate about science. My favourite Coldplay song is The Scientist. I am also passionate about pancakes.

	Sun&amp;#39;s been hot lately, working on my tan. Ran out of coconut oil (don&amp;#39;t know how I go through it so fast). Drank three mojitos at lunch, listened to Simian Mobile Disco, read the latest issue of Bodyboarder, god help them, it&amp;#39;s just terrible, embarrassing. Then I took my shorts off in the backyard for a while because my legs are starting to look like cigarettes.

	Pipe was so good yesterday. Very good. I twisted my ankle playing squash on the weekend though so instead when the sun disappeared I watched &amp;#39;The Sweetest Thing&amp;#39; again, for like, the 12th time. Cameron Diaz is a minx, but my favourite scene is when that guy&amp;#39;s dick piercing gets caught behind Selma Blair&amp;#39;s tonsils, and she has to sing Aerosmith to relax her tonsils to get it out. I always liked that scene.&amp;nbsp;

	Tamega visited later, bragging about some ludicrous wave he got yesterday, and asked &amp;quot;what&amp;#39;s the story with the peeling thighs?&amp;quot; and I say &amp;quot;what&amp;#39;s the story with looking like Tarzan?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;

	I mean, really. Some people.

	

	

]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2010 08:03:58 EST</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tuesday, 03 August 2010 - YOUNG AND STUPID]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.leboogie.com/Home/Blogs/Blog-Details?&BlogID=54]]></link><description><![CDATA[Tuesday, 03 August 2010

	Nick Perry is cute and articulate. Here is part one&amp;nbsp;in a series of several, detailing various misfortunes dealt to the 23 year old globetrotter.

	&amp;nbsp;

	Let&amp;rsquo;s start at the beginning. My first overseas trip: Hawaii &amp;#39;05.
	
	I was a young, eager, but above all naive adolescent in a foreign country. With each day&amp;rsquo;s agenda consisting of surfing waves I had only dreamt of, meeting people who&amp;rsquo;ve since become best mates and figuring out how to fend for myself, there was little time left to tend to minor injuries like fin cuts and toe stubbings. And so I learnt soon enough that when combined, a tropical environment, a sheltered immune system and sheer laziness can turn a small graze into a serious infection.
	
	I was staying at the Backpackers that are on the Three Tables Beach side of the road, right on the North Shore (for those familiar with this sess pit of apartment blocks). We were packed to the fucking rafters, but that was cool because I was staying with a bunch of kids that I had just met, but with whom I had just about everything in common with. It was Aaron Dwyer, Tom Wilson, James Adams, Ewan Donnachie, Ash Bryant, Mitch Woodland and myself in a room suited to uncomfortably fit three.
	
	Mitch and I were sharing a fold out couch that sagged in the middle. We didn&amp;rsquo;t know each other too well at this stage, and the fact that we kept rolling into the middle of the mattress, waking up with our faces just centimetres from each other, started to psych me out a little. I chose the mud soaked tiles for the rest of the night, and woke up at 3am with a golf ball in my groin. &amp;ldquo;What the fuck is that?&amp;rdquo; I thought, but opted to deal with it in the morning.
	
	7am came around and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t stand on my right leg. There were red streaks, like a tree branch, going from my ankle to the gland in my groin. It turned out a small fin cut of mine had copped more than its fair share of bacteria, coming from the warm water, sand and heinous floor tiles that I called bed. A Staph infection had found its way into my body, and was manifesting itself faster than I cared to acknowledge.
	
	I hitchhiked into town and waited four hours for a doctor before getting my lecture and antibiotics. As I walked along the road to hitch home, I came across a Mango tree with some fucking Mangos. &amp;ldquo;Awesome&amp;rdquo;. So up I climbed, one leg down but enough froth for mangos to get me up there. As I was twisting off the ripest one I could find, the branch I was standing on snapped and I abruptly dropped, only to be caught half way down by my elbow wedged in the fork of two other branches. I dangled there for a bit, suspended in ludicrous amounts of pain, until eventually freeing myself and falling the rest of the way down.&amp;nbsp; This gave me an assortment of gashes, grazes and bruises, making me that much more susceptible to my new worst enemy: Staphylococcus.
	
	Sure enough, three weeks later, my Mango tree mishap had me in hospital, getting more antibiotics, a vigorous scrubbing to an ulcerated, open wound, and a couple more hitchhiking dramas that I wont get into. I&amp;rsquo;ve since developed a habit of never embarking on a trip without antiseptic and first aid gear.

	
	

	photo: Turoy

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