Its a country darling.
got a lift from some right daft americans on their honeymoon. she was classic. as rebhead would say she didn't know 'shit about fuck'. spent the day cruising round and getting high. was fairly nice, although several times thought 'wow glad im not driving right now', only to realise that the guy driving had smoked a fair amount more than me. doesn't do much for your paranoia.
Final night [hopefully] of sleeping rough. got myself a sweet beach for tonight though.
got stuck with this mental on the bus. he wouldn't shut up about his time in nam and then started on some rant about the benedictine monks started out and how they were all screwing each other and something to do with sparrows. the bus driver ended up stopping the bus and telling him to pipe down. i was also given a fairly comprehensive guide to what i should have in my bag, i doubt i'll be taking too much notice of the advice since the man who gave it had several large holes in his face.
this library is amazing. 4 computers, always being used by old hippy guys looking up recipes on turnips and stinking the place out. yesterday i walked out to find a cockerel standing on the handlebars of a bike, turned out to be someones pet who rode it round like that. pictures to follow....
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