Day Thirty Six

A strange man walked into my hostel appartment yesterday as I was laid out on the sofa reading and asked me if I wanted to have a look at the python in his pouch. Luckily it turned out to be a euphemism for an abandoned joey that the lady running the hostel was rehabilitating. He and the joey then left once I’d promised to give someone a message about some tiger balm and I carried on with my book.

Today my desk is the end of the jetty in Denham with the sun setting to my back watching my friends fish. So far they’ve not caught anything to eat for dinner but last night they had a feast of trevally and whiting. Three emus have just wandered passed.


Monday March 8th, 2010. Uncategorized.

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