We had a few people here last night for a couple of drinks. The two guys in the middle are my roommates.

This is the post office building. I don't know that they handle mail.

The white house is actually quite small, but security around it is strident. In this area, it pays to follow the law. There are men with guns watching everyone with a somewhat suspicious bias as to people's activities.

That's where I work. The academies occupy most of a block and have about 1000 employees at this location.

My roommate in Washington DC.

Apparently this place is famous. In the Vietnam war, protests were held here. I was there last Friday; we started by going to Berkeley, which is a little bit of an alternative town, where a bunch of very bright students let loose and study hard. And to the delight of proud parents ("Oh my son is at Berkeley"), they return home with tattoos, piercings and bright hairstyles. After Berkeley we went to SF, where I saw Sarah's dad's hotels and law practice. We came back that night, and went to say goodbye to Erika.

A dorm in Berkeley.

Gill and I at the Cal Bears Stadium at Berkeley. Berkeley (also called Cal) is a big sport university. At games the stadium is filled with crazy students shouting at each other across the players. On the left, undergrads scream "Go" and from the right, grads shout back "Bears". Imagine playing down there.

I was pretty happy seeing this shop, but it was an absolute tourist rip off. The guy running it wasn't even Australian!

I post this only to spite Erika. Muhahaha. All her friends will get this link.

It looks like we are dancing drunk, but we're not: Erika is just very ticklish.

I love this picture.

They showed me the backways. I met these guys on the chairlift and snowboarded with them all morning. They were rather stoned, hence all the risk taking that morning.

Look at those trees and all that fresh powder: would you have stayed on the runs? I certainly didn't.

On my way to the famous Napa Valley, where the best Californian wines are made. Sarah took me there by the back route.

This is just outside of Davis. Davis is a very good agricultural university.

Sarah (left) and her sister

This horse is worth a million dollars.

Standing in the back: Chris, my roommate. Sitting, from the left: James, my bastard of a suitemate, Rhythm, our sixth suitemate, Jay, a regular ping pong partner, Gill, a crazy (only slightly) South African girl I may travel with, Ed'd, the eccentric one here, and myself.

This photo was taken at the farewell get together I organised. These are the people I spent two quarters with.