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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Thursday 29 September 2005 (Day View)
29.09.2005 – Thursday 29 September – Cooktown & Kickboxing
- • I woke up, having had a pleasantly relaxing, and very much overdue, sleep-in. My throat is still not working properly; while it doesn’t really hurt, it is quite an effort to speak and requires me to drink copious amounts of water.
- • Shan, Damian, Kylie and I drove into Cooktown and went kickboxing. I watched for a little while, went to the supermarket (which is newly enlarged) and had a wander around town, coming across an extremely large, very expensive, privately owned catamaran at the wharf – amusingly named “My Way”.
- • I’m surprisingly tired, so might head to bed.