Day Sixy Two

It’s not the used condoms that sit in the storm drains and under the fences or smell of sweat that permiates everywhere. It’s not the grossly obscene grafitti on the bus shelters, the pavements and the tree bark or the lack of eye contact from everyone you pass. It’s the stench of unwashed crotches that smacks you in the face when the warm wind changes direction that makes Alice Springs so unpleasant. That and it’s closed for Easter.

Friday April 2nd, 2010. Uncategorized.

One Comment

  1. Alison Dale replied:

    No bright side to that description whatsoever.
    I dont remember thinking it was that brilliant either but I don’t recall the stench!

    Move on…

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