Doctor Goodfriddle I presume?

Hey all. A crazy thing happened on the way to work yesterday...I was at a folk festival in the small and remote town of Cobargo when a girl approached me. "Is your name Jonas," she asked. Many thoughts passed through my head:

1. I must have met this girl at the last festival and forgotten her name.
2. The cops finally found the blue van of infamy and found the ID card I lost, now they want to ask me questions,
3. I really want to try a kangaroo burger.

"Yes?" I replied.
"Did you get the Watson?"
"Maybe"
"I go to Berea College."
Turns out this girls name is Megan Naseman and she's a sens major at good old berea college. Two weeks ago she began a semester abroad at a college seven hours away from where I am. When a classmate asked if anyone wanted to go to this little folk festival with him she agreed (like any berean would agree to seven hours on the road with a stranger). So, as weird as it felt to meet a classmate by accident on the other side of the world, it was kinda cool. Now I'm wondering, does anyone know this girl?
Oh and I ate a kangaroo burger...

here are some pics of the festival

gliders on the barby

I went to a real aussie BBQ yesterday. A big field and a grill by the beach. Award winning sausages and slabs of beef, complete with beetroot. It turned out the big field also doubles as a landing spot for hangliders. I hiked up to the launch site and took a photo of the beach where we were having the BBQ...

Late, but...

It's been a while since I've been in Ireland, but I have this picture that kinda captures some of the feel of my trip. This is the group I spent my time with and the pub where we had weekly sessions. The fella on the flute is Eamon...the host father for me and Ryan on our previous trip...

a tip

If you ever want to kill someone in a painful, yet legal, way. Slip them a spoonful of vegemite and watch...

The long decline

Hey everyone...thanks for the birthday wishes. I made it to 24 without a single shark bite. We'll see about 25. As for
"the long decline," I'm refering to the last half of my trip, not the last half of my life. I half a little more than five months left. Only six weeks until I hit Toronto, where I hope some of you can come visit. Once again, thanks for keeping up with me.
Cheers!

Ranger

Once I was watching Chuck in the dorm when Jaime came up and joined me. When Chuck pulled out the legendary roundhouse Jaime said, "That's not how a real ranger would do it." 30 seconds later Chuck busted through our door and gave Jaime a roundhouse to the face. Then, as a reminder, he broke Jaime's trigger finger so it would be bent for the rest of his life.