Sun, Fun and a Naked Man (Part 1)

On a friend's recommendation and my intense craving for raw oysters, a bunch of us went over this seafood wholesaler in the Fremantle area. Like a Carl's Jr. meal, a dozen oysters is an oddly regular craving that I get once every fortnight. If this goes on, I will end up a fat bastard with a perpetual erection by the age of 45, which honestly isn't too bad of a deal.

First of all, let me introduce you to Min, Jules' friend of 10 years or something and they happen to be studying in the same school and living in the same dorm village now. She also poses the same for every single photo, please watch out for it later, and the following picture should give you a pretty good summary of how she's like:


The only way to react to her hyperactivity.

Of course, we got what I've been wanting for weeks:


Compared to the $12 per dozen deal at the nearby restaurants, this was a good bargain and they didn't even charge us for the four lemons that we grabbed from the store. Just thinking about the money we saved made me stroke my elongated. high-bridged Semitic nose in glee.

Other nonsense in the store:

I will try raw octopus one day.


Cold, dead stares from the fishes almost made me want to go veg-HAHA please, survival of the fittest, bitch.


$20 for a crayfish is pretty insane, but not to the people who snatched the other crayfishes up, apparently.

After paying for three dozen oysters, I declared myself the guardian of the sweet, slimy and fishy-smelling bastards.


You might not be able to tell from this picture, but I was really happy.

With the sun was high up in the sky and the sea breeze coming in from the Indian Ocean, we'd be crazy not to just plop ourselves down on the grass for our meal. Which we did, because we are sane, rational human beings.


Beautiful.


Even more beautiful.


This was towards the end of the meal and even it would be funnier to say that I was looking at the girl above but in fact, I was trying not to look at the empty tray because I was still hungry as shit then. Also, that's Janice to my left. She's awesome because I'm quite sure I ate some of the oysters from her share.







See what I told you about Min posing the same for every single photograph? By the way, the guy in black is Wilford, a Forensics Science student. That's right, dead-people-and-body-tags Forensics Science. Made friends with him quickly, despite my preference for warm, still-breathing girls.