Almost every conversation i've had in the last three weeks has begun with the above words. I'm starting to feel like a poor shadow. perhaps i'm merely the personal assistant of my beloved EH. I suspected something like this would happen when i bought her. i prefer positions of relative anonymity from which to watch people, so i'm glad she takes the limelight - i'm just trying to stay out of its aura.
I have had a lot of opportunities to observe the human zoo from various campsites in national parks where i've had some close neighbours (much closer than i've been used to at the ranch) that have done very little for my opinion of groups of young drunk europeans on holiday. Travelling by yourself turns you into more of a cranky, go to bed at eight thirty, oh-those-young-people-and-their-DOOF-DOOF-music type of person. But generally the last three weeks has been amazing.
I've been to kakadu, where i was bitten by every second mosquito in a hundred kilometre radius, and where i ran into some mates from darwin i was planning on looking up anyway, and another mate from sydney who i wasn't. i've driven my Nice Car on corrugated gravel roads and over a few creek crossings (the latter with the assistance of a lovely family from the atherton tablelands who waited for me in their Much More Practical Car at each one). i've been to litchfield, where i spent a fruitful few days reading (Classic Austlit has been replaced by Ulysses, which i started again i only got 3/4 of the way through last time before i got lost. having nothing else to read really helps) and jumping in waterfalls, having found some peace (fortunately camped beside some retirees from adelaide - but they still went to bed later than me). There's a big hippy doof-doof-music party in litchfield this weekend, so i escaped just in time. it's apparently supposed to achieve something to do with nuclear something, perhaps by demonstrating with techno just how annoying radioactive pollution can be.
Oh, i better not be mean to hippies too loudly, there are quite a few in darwin. This afternoon i'm planning to tell some fortunes at the mindil beach markets (i'm currently sitting in the carpark, half of my brain being occupied with the smell of multicultural cookery and what to have for tea later). So far i have taken a peek at the beach, the nt museum and art gallery, the beach, the botanic gardens, and the beach. The water is murky and warm, but jellyfish-free thus far. It's very relaxing - i understand why people who talk to you on the phone think you're on smack.
Unfortunately, I have to go home early, because the shed is being demolished to make way for a freeway. Actually it's going to continue to sit there, but the house will henceforth be occupied by my landlord, who has been threatening to evist us for over a year now and finally got his shit together. So this temporary experiment of living in my car seems to be a more permanent position than at first planned. I don't mind though. I now have a witty retort for every conversation starter:
"Yeah, she's a great car, but she's not much of a house"
I might have my priorities a bit skewiff, but i reckon a good line is worth a hundred roofs over your head.
I have had a lot of opportunities to observe the human zoo from various campsites in national parks where i've had some close neighbours (much closer than i've been used to at the ranch) that have done very little for my opinion of groups of young drunk europeans on holiday. Travelling by yourself turns you into more of a cranky, go to bed at eight thirty, oh-those-young-people-and-their-DOOF-DOOF-music type of person. But generally the last three weeks has been amazing.
I've been to kakadu, where i was bitten by every second mosquito in a hundred kilometre radius, and where i ran into some mates from darwin i was planning on looking up anyway, and another mate from sydney who i wasn't. i've driven my Nice Car on corrugated gravel roads and over a few creek crossings (the latter with the assistance of a lovely family from the atherton tablelands who waited for me in their Much More Practical Car at each one). i've been to litchfield, where i spent a fruitful few days reading (Classic Austlit has been replaced by Ulysses, which i started again i only got 3/4 of the way through last time before i got lost. having nothing else to read really helps) and jumping in waterfalls, having found some peace (fortunately camped beside some retirees from adelaide - but they still went to bed later than me). There's a big hippy doof-doof-music party in litchfield this weekend, so i escaped just in time. it's apparently supposed to achieve something to do with nuclear something, perhaps by demonstrating with techno just how annoying radioactive pollution can be.
Oh, i better not be mean to hippies too loudly, there are quite a few in darwin. This afternoon i'm planning to tell some fortunes at the mindil beach markets (i'm currently sitting in the carpark, half of my brain being occupied with the smell of multicultural cookery and what to have for tea later). So far i have taken a peek at the beach, the nt museum and art gallery, the beach, the botanic gardens, and the beach. The water is murky and warm, but jellyfish-free thus far. It's very relaxing - i understand why people who talk to you on the phone think you're on smack.
Unfortunately, I have to go home early, because the shed is being demolished to make way for a freeway. Actually it's going to continue to sit there, but the house will henceforth be occupied by my landlord, who has been threatening to evist us for over a year now and finally got his shit together. So this temporary experiment of living in my car seems to be a more permanent position than at first planned. I don't mind though. I now have a witty retort for every conversation starter:
"Yeah, she's a great car, but she's not much of a house"
I might have my priorities a bit skewiff, but i reckon a good line is worth a hundred roofs over your head.
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