One day at work I was about 30 meters up in a big Eucalyptus tree, getting pissed on all afternoon by cicadas, slaving away in the Australian summer and wanting out. My girlfriend was going to Bali the next day for her Dad's 60th birthday, I wanted to go badly but tickets until this point were through the roof expensive as it was a week before x.mas. I cracked a beer to forget the day that had passed and thought 'fuck it' one more check of skyscanner and boom $450 return, a lot less than half price of what t ha been. 16 hours later I was on a plane on my way to Bali to meet my girlfriends legendary family.
Sophie was actually there to surprise her Dad who she hadnt seen in over 6 months, because they live on the other side of the Australia and it takes 5 hours domestic flight, followed by a 3-4 twin sesser flight to get there. We surprised her old man and the 'Arak Attacks' flowed hard, leading us to some weird trans sexual karioke bar. Robert (Sophies Dad) was dragged onto the stage and the trannies all danced around him and sung him a very very Mr President style happy birthday. The strangest part about the whole ordeal is that for some reason some freak had taken their children there too.