From what I can gather this day is a cross of Anzac and armistice day. It’s a big weekend in the states. Bbqs are big ,actually anything involving alcohol seems to be the norm. As you may have seen in my previous entry it’s a weekend for partying. On walking down the strand it was pumping with all sorts showing they’re national pride.Little American flags flying past on bikes ,on house fronts ,shirts ,hats ,bodies ,everywhere.What we love here is the bike culture is huge . The range in bikes flying past is amazing. But we always get a laugh at the mobile concerts that ride past .Its big to have your tunes booming out of your mobile speaker through your phone, and I mean it really is the in thing. You’ll see the full gamut in tastes . Families ,hipsters ,reggae,all riding past with they’re beats .But what I love the most is these old surf dudes trapped in the 70s with they’re weathered ,yes still long hair and sidies with old mirrored sunnies riding your old vintage style chopper bikes . And of course they are pumping out hotel California or stairway to heaven . Cool. I like it but I sort of feel sorry for them as well . They won’t let go . Wafting, pungent aroma from my old mate will drift through the crowds too .And they’re it was .A group of old boys sitting on the strand wall passing a joint around , looking real content . Yep they had it sorted and they didn’t care . These guys were in they’re 60s . Shit i felt a little brotherly love towards the elders . Could be me soon . 