I am currently typing from the Beach Motel bar, where no more than three months before, Dr. Dyck and I enjoyed on our
I flew into Gold Coast this morning at 8AM, picked up yet another white Toyota Corolla and headed out 25km past the shire and to Nimbin to buy souvenirs for my family. After purchasing my Father’s gift I headed to a… eh… clothing store? That is, if you can identify any shop in Nimbin as having only durable textile goods. Many items in Nimbin are perishable. And by that I mean smokeable.
“Hi there! I am trying to find a gift for my Mum and Sister. Any thoughts?”
She floats on over to the candle, incense, and bead embedded wall. She reaches into a wooden woven basket and pulls out a pair of Nimbin-marijuana-leaf-embedded underwear.
“Come on! Not cool! Really? How about something more necklace like?”
I left the store and headed to the next everything store.
“Yello! Hi there! I am trying to find a gift for my Mum and Sister. Whaddya think?”
Mary smiles at me, eyes dental floss-ish open, and walks over to a wall with assorted t-shirts, sun dresses, and bongs. She reaches up to a shelf and grabs a pair of marijuana-G-strings.
“Really? No way! What is going on here!”
Apparently, Oedipus Rex was a Nimbinian. Time to get out of high-dodge and head to
Whiskey is the Life of Man, I Drink it From an Ole Tin Can,