Ok. This place is an odd one. Kinda of like an Amsterdam of Australia. Marijuana is legal, but not, if you catch my drift. A tiny little village where you get a lot of hippies floating around and some generally quite strange people. So bombing through in our "BRITZ" time machine, we stood out like a saw thumb. We pitch a up on top of a hill in a little hippie commune which is very peaceful and 'right on'. I kinda feel like I've gotta be naked here, but I resist. So settled in we head into the village. Along the way people are generally very friendly, and when you say 'Hello' to people they return with things like 'Greetings' or 'Peace be with you brothers'. As you get into the thick of it, you get the aggressive hippies whispering at you "Weed? Herbs? Space cakes?". Alright, blimey! Gimme a chance to get settled in here. Ive only been here 30 minutes! For a place thats meant to be very chilled with 90% of the population of the village stoned, I managed to witness two full on domestic rows within an hour. Hmmm, maybe not everyone is smoking weed....Anyway, the one place to go to is the museum. This is a crazy place. Loads of random scrawls on the walls, murals, paper clippings, all along the lines of a hippie mantra about being free and peaceful and how Marijuana should be legalised. Although they make a fair argument, this place is as mad as a hedgehog. Everything is so random and crazy (Oh, hang on is it alright if I hang 20 egg whisks from the ceiling on strings? You sure? Brilliant). Lets just say if it was legalised and the world turned out like this museum, it would certainly be a lot more interesting to say the least. The one thing that caught my eye was a series of, well, what can you call them, random disgusting biro sketches. However the reason they got my attention was they were IDENTICAL to the type of drawings a very good friend from home used to do....see for yourself:
"You know who Im talking about..."
Obviously, this will only make sense to those of you who have experienced the vileness of my friends artwork. Those who have would you agree on the uncanny likeness?
Spent the night, enjoying the local herbs and watching the final episode of Lost. We did panic as due to a bit of bad timing, we left Sydney after the penultimate episode and started to stress that we were gonna miss the final episode. It even got to the point where we were considering booking into a hotel for the night just so that we could get a TV (Yes this is terribly sad, and many other travellers reading this might baulk into their muesli, but Ive devoted 4 months to that bloody program and Ill be buggered if Im gonna miss the last frickin episode). Turns out we managed to watch it fine. And whilst watching it I 'Lost' (See what I did there) the car keys. Hmmm, must have been that funny tobacco we got off those hippies in the museum. Anyway, after losing my keys and my mind the night before, managed to collect them both in the morning and nail a good old game of bowls before we left. I'm looking forward to being an OAP because this is the sport for me baby!
The drive out of Nimbin, (Nimbin-o anyone) was pretty stunning.
"Rock on"
(Spider and deadly insect count: 0 (although Andy claims to nearly have trod on one but was away with the fairies so wasnt too sure ) )
(Mcdonalds Spotting count: 15)
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