Peace Beagle Bay

So I just came off the boats into BroomeTown after I finished my last swing with Arafura Pearls. Sad to leave the pearling, but moving on. Props to everyone who's moving on! And that's everyone who's alive, so if you're reading this goodonya, mate. Here're some photos from Beagle Bay. Just a side note for Chuck and all you other net-capitalists: the mother farm for Arafura Pearls is up north in a place called Elizabeth Bay. Guess what they call it: E-BAY. hahahhaha "Life is Good."

This dude was chilling a lot of the time when you're on
the john or having a shower. Or maybe that was his
cousin. Taking a shower.

Wickaaaaaas. Wickers, the skipper for the
Christine Marie. LEG-END.

Uh, this is called pulling the line. You pull up panels with
shell from the water and push them through that
cleaning machine behind me, and then the crew on the other
side chips all the sea-shit off. Spew

The boys, Stevo, Johnno, Fart-Manaki, and Jem.
Whatnow, you mobbb

Stevo is the only dude I know who can do a real even Wesside,
cuz he got the tip of his finger chopped off by a rope on the boat.

He owns the best shirts and a remarkably high voice. Yeeah bro.

The crew leaving for work yesterday.
Ahhyeah, I'll miss yall and the sea.

Yup, I'll definitely miss Beagle Bay; it treated me well. Now I continue my way up north to Darwin in the Northern Territory, then Bangkok, Phnom Penh, Ho Chi Minh, Hanoi, Hong Kong, Taiwan, and hopefully anotherhome in Okinawaaaa. Wish me luck, and good luck to you. Bring the serious funs, homie.