In fact, lets leave it there permanently with a heart-felt goodbye and a big thankyou for putting up with our ramblings over the last few months. Ta ta.
oh alright, where would we be without the poop?
PS (poop situation) Heather, definately not bottomless. Woody, stripped bare
And I thought I had seen it all in Bangkok. Actually I did but there's still quite a bit in New Orleans. Saturday night in The Big Easy is ironically not very easy. You start with fighting off drunk revellers crowding the street, leapfrog random piles of vomit and rush into the nearest bloody shop you can find. Would you believe it though that this happened three times to us and each time we amazingly ended up in strip clubs. What a coincidence huh! I shan't say much more as gentle, innocent minds may be reading this but I will tell you they were named Bottomless and Topless, Men at Work and Papa Joes World Famous (where Heather decided to give one WoMan a couple of bucks for some nifty dance moves). Now lets leave it there shall we.