Well, I am just back from a weekend on a random plot of dusty land in Undera, near Shepparton (yes, Andrew and Loui, I went to check out your rockin' new neighbourhood), listening to non-stop duf duf music with an eclectic mix of fluoro-wearing ravers and flowy-skirt-wearing hippies, ranging from white-haired oldies to little babies. It was certainly quite an experience! It was so amazingly dusty there (which only got worse when the ravers all jumped up and down on the dirt) that you could barely breathe and the organisers had to give out free dust masks...when you blew your nose it was like a mudslide from your nostrils - yummy! And on the second day the temperature soared to 38 degrees, so it became too hot to do anything except lie in the tent and wade in the river. So, even though I had had all these good intentions to partake in the many free workshops which were available on Saturday (including making clothes from recycled things, making button jewelery, and something called Freeganism: How to Live for Free), I ended up just dozing through the heat. Despite the repetitive music (which, by the third day, was basically unbearable for all of us) and the array of people on a cocktail of drugs, however, it was still an enjoyable weekend away. I spent most of my time chilling out in the hippy market area, drinking chai under the shade of a tibetan tent and listening to a live band playing the digeridoo and African drums under the stars. As the designated driver, on Sunday morning I had the 2 and a half hour drive home all to myself, with a car-full of passed-out party people. But possibly the best thing about the festival was getting to have a shower at home at the end of it all - I don't think I have ever quite appreciated a shower so much before! Pics will be up as soon as I figure out how to put multiple pics up on here.
