Myself, after a Christoph-style soaking, with Stephen.

This thing wasn't as big as it looks here, but it was pretty damn big.

Lunchtime!

And dinnertime. Ben, Mattze, myself, Michael, Tony, Kathleen (she's hidden), Caroline, Sophie, Claudia and Freddy. And a flagon of that free wine Tony keeps providing us with.

After a hard day's pruning, nothing beats a precarious ute-back ride home along dirt roads driven by a Swiss loony.

I can't work under these conditions.

One of about a bazillion sunset photos we've taken.

How very Australian.

Two alpacas (dunno how to spell it, originally from Peru) and a kangaroo. There's a woman who lives across from the field we're pruning who looks after orphaned kangaroos and this is her field.

Mattze, Sophie, Kathleen, Claudia, Ben and Caroline hard at work.

It's more fun than getting the bus.

Our handsome hero returns from a day in the field.

A game of some moronic variation of Mao, with some daft Swiss cards.

We seem to find ourselves in this situation more often than Christoph wants Tony to know about.

Mattze, Freddy, myself and Ben party on down in the Wade.

A 'roo crosses the road in front of our speeding ute, as driven by yours truly.

On a kangaroo safari, our handsome hero strikes a pose.

Reggie returns from his own part of the safari, significantly wetter than he was when he left us.

That's a fifty cent coin, which is a big ol' coin either the same size as or a bit bigger than an old Irish fifty pence. The hand bravely (drunkenly) holding it is mine. It was in Christoph's room.

Everybody pitched in to get the last bit of my last row finished so we could get out of there.

Mattze, Ben, Michael, Freddy, myself and Claudia after the Wessis beat the Ossis at soccer (I was an Ossi).

Let's all go fly a kite!

Dangerous and fun!

I can even make an orange-picking bag look like evening wear.

Home after a day of picking oranges.

It means it, you know.

Irrigation is a big, big deal here. Loads of shops in Leeton are "irrigation supplies" and there's ads for irrigation stuff on the radio and the area is known as the MIA - as in the letters MIA appear in shop names and such - which stands for Murrumbidgee Irrigation Area (after the river, you see).

Vegemite! It's good for you in some fashion, no doubt.

Well, well into the evening of the no-more-vines party, a drunken group of myself, Tony, Mattze, Freddy, Christoph and Ben take a few seconds out of drinking to look briefly silly.

Myself and Freddy try a quick game of two-person rugby league. I believe at this point I was screaming "Where's my team?".

We filled this sucker all by ourselves.

More ute-back kite action. This is one of my favourite photos from the entire time here.

Freddy made this photo at a quarter past three one morning and I really like it as well.

Our handsome hero shows his mysterious and brooding side.

Our handsome hero surrounded by chicks, as usual (Maria and Steffi).

Myself, Maria, Michael, Ben, Claudia, Freddy, Mattze, Steffi and Christoph throw shapes on our last night in the pub.

Ben and myself raise a glass (bottle) with Tony during the final meat-and-beer-athon.