We had now traveled for 7 days and 7 nights, long and hard over mountains, across rivers, through thick jungles and sailed over vast oceans. Well it seemed that way anyway. In reality we had been out for about 3 hours, carrying a couch the whole time, we were knackered so it was time for the homeward journey... back to Crispies apartment in Courtenay place, the final resting place of the couch.
"The mask" outside the Park Royal Hotel
We don't know why so many cops noticed us. It wasn't as if we looked dodgy or anything. We were pure respectable civilians carrying a couch about at 2 in the morning thats all. We stopped in this well lit shop for a toilet stop (toilets were across the street) and Crispin complained about how he had left a mostly full bottle of beer back at Queens Wharf. So I offered to jog back and get it. Running into Queens Wharf I saw the cop car still sitting there. I thought fuck it, jogged in, reached down behind a pole and picked the beer up then jogged off. I was sure they would think that we had dumped some drugs there when we saw them and I had come back for them. But they didn't follow me so that was sweet.
Shop stop
Now Crispin is the person I know who gets himself into dodgy photos the most often. We have photos of him in hot pants, wearing a brides maids dress with a wig and many others but this one takes the cake. Here he is checking the gender of Mr. Plimmer Steps... dooooodgeeeee!
Crispin up to no good at Plimmer steps
Just round the corner we came across a bum, sleeping under his used newspapers, behind a pile of rubbish bags. His name was Damian. We placed his hand in a cup of warm water and left him there...
Bum sleeping on the couch
Going back into Courtenay place we ran into the last of the Design Ball goers, its hard to see in this photo but that dude has some wicked afro action going on and its his real afro!
Last of the Design Ball goers
And then we were there, on Courtenay place. Stuffed after a mammoth effort we decided to busk for a while. Surprisingly since we were doing nothing but sitting on the couch we didn't make any money.
Busking on Courtenay Place
The entrance o our final destination, Crispins place, is just behind us in this photo and so tired and worn we left the city scene and returned home...