Welcome, 2018

Let's start by saying a big "Happy New Year" to each of you, wherever you are celebrating/recovering today. It would be fair to say our New Years was a bit different to yours. Having danced until 1.30am with hundreds of Indian men, New Years Eve on the Goan beach was one that we're sure the boys will never forget. 

The day started out with the 'Great Shave Off' which consisted of each boy getting shaved twice over (just for good luck) by some Indian barbers who used the old school single blades. Then things 

became a little strange for each group member when mud packs were applied, facial steamers were heated up, gel masks were pasted on and torn off, and a head and neck massage which felt more like an assault was 'executed'. In short, it was a violation of each participant's face. To forget the trauma, a huge group game of beach football followed that evening until the light had faded. 

We then proceeded to hit up Papillon, one of the many beachside shacks that line Colva Beach and our hang-out over the last three nights. Here we tucked into a New Years feast consisting of fresh, whole seafood, and all the sprites, cokes, and banana lassis the boys could stomach. Petrol blowing fire shows, a firework-filled Burning Man (agility training for the group) and hundreds of Indian men running around in their y-front underwear playing 'tiggy' in the sand (avoiding their big hugs and licks provided more agility training), also completed the day's sights.

In all, this New Years Eve was an odd affair, one probably never to be repeated, but one always to remembered. We hope your way of seeing in 2018 contained a whole heap of colour, just like ours did.  

Tom, Reuben, Mark, and Shane