Hans "The Pigeon", Mike, Greg, Hank, Millie, Martin, Olley, me, Cara, Jill, Dennis and Johan. Thursday, a group of us decided we wanted to go camping. So Friday we got on a train, and a few hours later we had our tents and good-tree set up and we were ready for weekend in the wild. And there is no doubth it was wild.
The Goon-tree
Our camp site.
Our sexy Swede.
Our sexy Swede. 
Girl power. Me, Jill, Cara and Millie.
And then the party starts....
A bonski for J.C (Jesus Christ). 
Don't try this at home. Climbing rocks drunk is dangerous!
Our very drunk pigeon.
Millie loves the older generation. 
Ida needed a break. 
Bonfire on the dancefloor. 
My very personal rollercoaster. 
Me, Sanna and Millie dancing on the beach. 
The boyz fighting. 
And the party continues....
After to nights in the wild we looked like stranded whales on the beach.
Greg decided to look for fish...which turned out to be poisonous stone fish. 
Had a great weekend. None of us are ever having goon ever again. All together we had about 20 litres goon, some mojito, captain and whisky. The hpuse has never been more quiet.Take care,
Ida
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