Photos again (just because I can't get to sleep)
The birthday boy
The old friend - different from the one who opened the taxi door for me. Damn the BBQ, I stood at least 5 ft away from the pit, and still had my face covered in a layer of grease and grime.
The birthday girl (in the middle) and Lin, an old friend who told me Robertson Walk is Robertson Quay
The one photo we took together at the run
After a sodding 10km run, all we received was a bunch of bananas and a bottle of water. Where's my marching band? Where's my standing ovation? I ran 10km, I'll have you know!
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