May 24, 2009
We left Ben and Libby’s this morning, with a small amount of regret. They treated us so well, and we knew we had hardship ahead, that we wouldn’t forget their excellence. Indeed I told them I’d marry them both! Another highschool mate of mine, Jay, who had come over for dinner the night before gave us a pumpkin from his patch that just grew up in his yard, for the sake of the trip. What will we use it for? Lonely nights? Desperate feeds? Ballistic weaponry?
After Maryborough we visited my old home of Howard, when a boy. The place I grew up from 1 years old to 7. I asked Haesh for a bit of driving practice and he accepted. We pottered around for bit. I suck at reversing. Then Haesh drove again and took us to Bundaberg. No shops open on Sunday, though, so we had no food for lunch! Fortunately Yoshi knew a girl in town called Yoko, who worked at a farm in the area who could feed us. We went to her backpackers, arriving via the back street, and walked in upon three guys, two playing bongos/djembe with serene pleasure. Taka, Kota (the players) and Nomu greeted us warmly, then went back to the bongo bliss. Kota offered me a turn after a few minutes. I smacked out some rhythms and they told me I could make money on the weekends. We kept playing around, eating the tasty sandwiches Yoko provided. Then this girl came over, excusing her drunkeness and told the boys they sounded so good she could get them into the Bundaberg show for free to set up a little space to keep the beat going.
We left soon after, me telling Haesh we’d have to stay ’til Wednesday now so we could play a gig or two. Heh heh. We pushed off for Elliot Heads instead of Bargara, made some ramen and pasta with sweet chili sauce in the dark, swearing and laughing after some wine on the beach, and then I piked early, trying to sleep with a gap in the mattresses, and dreaming of all the people I know.
