Country roads take me home

Wangaratta... or as Melbournians often refer to it as the Wang. This weekend saw a group meet up in our intended destination on the July 3rd in order to approach businesses seek support and so forth. After arriving back in Wangaratta after an epic to get from uni home via red light jumping on my bike in order to make Wang shops early, was met to an empty cartridge at home. Also greeted to some very discerning emails... Reading over them adjudging from myself and comments on our team we were very embarrassed and disheartened to learned that our words had been taken out of context by several East Timorian aid workers and claimed we were offensive and of no help to the East Timorese themsleves. When you receive such things in the manner it may be little but such words and words of others are hard to swallow. However next day a crew braved the horrors of the early Saturday morn to come up to Wang and approach businesses. After a slow start, we went around and pitched our event to 20 to 30 businesses, so we hope to get responses from those within a few weeks. With our Stephen Spiel, Ling Ang, enjoying the what could be described as 'quaint' smallish town character or quirkiness in some regards. After a walk up in the Warbys it was time for our meeting with the WLBC (the royal Wangaratta Lawn Bowls Club). What we hoped to do was to organise a social bowls for one day, our meeting went well and further board meetings to be had. If you thinks it would a great day having a couple of drinks and going for a roll in the name of raising funds for charity, give me a shout out and we shall see what we will tee up. My day ended up with the sun setting rolling down some balls before being thoroughly entertained by the blokes (older blokes) in the club rooms including the Leprechaun in Jack Dillon working his magic! Enthusiasm is restored...