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"Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup. 
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe. 
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind, 
possessing and caressing me. 

Nothing's going to change my world 
Nothing's going to change my world 
Nothing's going to change my world
 
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes. 
They call me on and on across the universe. 
Thoughts meander like the restless wind inside a letterbox. 
They tumble blinding as they make their way across the universe." 

– Fiona Apple, "Across the Universe"

Mr. Toad's Wild and Naked Ride

Tctraynor
2005-11-04 21:34:56

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in Oz, rather than cashing in an "A" ticket at Disneyland (for the Disneyland-impaired: Mr. Toad's Wild Ride was a kiddie ride, and back in the 70s – I was only 2 then – you had to use A, B, C, D or E tickets for rides). But with all fun rides, they are over way too soon. Which is a good thing, because if you stay too long on a fun ride, you'll just puke after awhile. Moderation, it's a good thing. Or is there an argument to be made for excess? The way I am feeling right now, I could make a hell of an argument. But I sadly know this chapter and book is over, and it is time for me to start a new novel.

I will miss all the Striptease characters and will never forget them.

The Journey
After leaving Melbourne, we traveled north in direction of Canberra. We met a few travelers along the way who asked where we were headed, and once we told them "Canberra," they all responded "Why?" Good slogan that Tourism Canberra should use: "Coming to Canberra? Why?"

We were traveling on a Saturday in our bomb of car called Hannah, when her alternator decided to die. Déjà vu all over again: Tennant Creek, here we come. We were in some podunk town and called roadside assistance. They towed us to a nice little town of about 20,000. Advice to travelers traveling in a questionable car: don't drive on the weekends. It will just lead to heartache.

After walking all around town and finding all the mechanics out fishing, we found a campsite and just let the answer come. The owner of the campsite had a battery charger and charged Hannah's battery up for us all night so we might be able to make it to Canberra on Sunday and then have it fixed on Monday. Worked like a dream.

However, I wished we stayed at the campsite (which was really nice) and bypassed Canberra. Nothing against Canberra, but I think any city solely based on government is boring. Try visiting Sacramento, CA, or Albany, ...