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once upon a time three eager boys (the russian, the honky, and the taiwanese renegade) packed their bags in the early hours of a sleepy ballarat friday (after consuming a rather strange breakfast) and set off on an adventure to seek out the "golden panagiotis".

on the first day, our brave trio travelled for many miles, trudging through bushland (to the balconies) and alongside waterfalls (mckenzie fall). when at last they arrived at their destination, they received a mysterious voice in their heads who directed them to the location of the "golden panagiotis". overcome with emotions, they fell to their knees and worshipped in the proper way (mao and whiskey). thus they spent their first day.

on the second day, the three weary adventurers, led by the "golden panagiotis", searched in a nearby valley (barossa) for the fountain of youth. they visited several likely shrines and temples, and tasted several worthy concoctions, but alas, the eternal mixture eluded them. nonetheless they were merry, and despite their exertions of the day, spent the rest of the evening (and early morning) worshipping. thus the second day passed.

on the third day, our heroes came across a rather peculiar villiage (hahndorf), where they were challenged to a battle of appetites. the honky and the taiwanese renegade were set the task of polishing off a large plate of sausages and other meats, while the russian went head-to-head against the "golden panagiotis" himself, to determine the fastest devourer of hotdogs. all these efforts were helped by large mugs of nectar (german beer). the honky, in particular, found this drink very agreeable and started hugging everyone and doing other funny things. that evening, our troupe retired to a tavern, where they met with other travellers and wanderers of the high roads (sharon, debbie, jonty, duncan and nicole). they chatted, they sang, they danced and they worshipped. and that was the third day.

on the last day, the day of leaving, the day of homecoming, our three hardened adventurers waved a teary goodbye to the "golden panagiotis", and after a false start (the car stalled), retraced their steps and returned home.

it is said that travelling opens up the eyes and the mind, and makes men wiser. well this is certainly the case with these three characters. they left boys and returned men. they found out many things about each other, learnt the art of worshipping, and of course they met the "golden panagiotis".

the end.