Drinking and reading quality pornagraphic material, the only problem is the cute girls make you drink more, as your stuck in the middle of some god forsaken aboriginal community and they just stare out from the pages as if to say " come back to the city big boy, your needed back home".
So you go for a drive out to the waterfalls and have a swim around ( with a cold beer of course) hoping that some stray backpackers have decided to go on a naughty bikini clad adventure,but its the WET season and there is not one, NOT ONE!.
You would think you could get to Darwin for Maintainence to bask in the lights of the nightclubs and watch the bronzed swedish ladies tongue kiss each other after they have drunk to much illusion shakers, BUT your plane is doing 5hrs a week and it will take 3 years to tick over 100hrs, and when the time finally comes the company decides just to give you another aircraft and let some other guy who has just spent the last 2 weeks shagging in Sydney fly it up for you.
I think I need to find another hobbie
Stuff it I am off to have an ale and say HI to Miss November
