Whitey horse

I wasn't wrong. Whitehorse was a lot of fun. Had a rootin tootin old time. Drank a lot over 3 days and nearly had a whitey. Met some nice folk at the hostel and an old friend I worked with in Finland. She took me round to see this git famous Yukon Quest musher for coffee. Was hungover to hell and had the sweats. Was canny nectar though. Did I say I drank a lot? Yes. The last day/night I went for a brewery tour at 3 in the PM with lads and lasses from the hostel, ended up getting shite-faced in some bar til 2am, went for chinese with what seemed like everyone in the bar including the manager and the band that was playing there and stayed up until 6am at the hostel, until my mini-bus came and picked me up to take me on the 17 hour journey to Anchorage. Had plenty of whiteys on that fun trip. But didn't puke. Saw a bear, moose, bald eagle and some elk. Stopped over night in Anchorage and 2 lasses I met in Whitehorse came over to the house. The neighbours grassed on me to my 'boss' whose house it was and I nearly got into trouble. But told him I'd knack him if he got arsey about it. Seemed to work. Place I'm at just now is canny quiet to say the least, not so much to do. A moose lives out the back which makes going to the outside shitter exciting. Reckon I could chin it though, it looks soft. Though saying that, I fell off a step on my way to feed some bloody chickens on Saturday and bust a load of ligaments in my ankle. Arses. Out of action for a week so I'm stuck indoors writing this load of crap.