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Published: March 4th 2010
Tidied up the flat after a messy one at Pommie Palace last night. Shorty was severely hungover but was going with Dan to Future Music festival today. He’d thrown up all over the bathroom when we got in last night and poor Squires was left with the task of cleaning up the remains.
Squires took us out in the 4x4 for the day to Nimbin, a small village in New South Wales famous for it’s toleration of illegal drugs. In 1973 a festival took place for Hippys, Students, and Party People in Nimbin, and they never left; instead forming Hippy Communes. Lots of artists, musicians, writers etc go there for inspiration and to use the recreational drugs on offer, especially Cannabis, which is openly bought, sold and used in the streets of Nimbin. Every year Nimbin holds a Festival called MardiGrass where thousands of dope smokers descend for some cannabis orientated fun.
Nearly everyone there had long hair, scruffy beards and baggy clothes. They were all incredibly laid back and scruffy, and we spotted more than a handful of oddballs, completely out of it, either stuggling to walk in a straight line; count money or make conversation. We were offered “cannabis,
coke, cookies” nearly everywhere we turned. It was so ace, we were absolutely in awe of everything. It reminded me of Aflex Palace back in Manchester (England) with it’s vintage clothes shops, alternative gift stalls and retro style coffee shops.
We went in to Nimbin Museum which was more than a little eccentric, with displays of whisks covered in spider webs; rocking horses and aboriginal art. We spotted a really old man, I’m guessing late 70’s struggling to put his glasses in their case, and rather than run over to offer assistance as I usually would, I simply laughed along as everyone else did, knowing he was high out of his head and no doubt in a really happy place.
We had lunch in a café, then we turned every man’s head walking in to a pub to use the loo. It was like they’d never seen a woman before, which was surprising considering how many tourists they must see. A crazy lady outside the pub strode over to tell us about a pyjama party she was holding for her 13year old daughter. Later in the conversation, her daughter was 11. We weren’t convinced she even had a daughter, but
it was entertaining nonetheless. Spotted a man with the most horrific bags under his eyes, they were more like pillows. Loriel would have a field day making him over.
Drove on to the jungle where they film “I'm a Celebrity...Get Me Out of Here!” Ellie was really ill. She claims it was carsickness, but we have our own suspicions it could be a hangover, or down to the fact she was on one of her crazy diets again. Some of her brutal regimes include: “3 bags of crisps a day diet”… sound good? Not really - when that’s literally all that can enter your mouth each day for a week! She recently passed out on the “Maple Syrup” diet where you drinks truck loads of water mixed with Maple syrup and cayenne pepper, and eat nothing else. She’s been on the “cereal diet” for a few days, but we persuaded her to eat some banana’s to see if it made her feel better.
Walked round the jungle and saw tumbling waterfalls and beautiful scenery, then went in an incredible bat cave. It was a wet and dreary day so I held a bag over my head to save my hair,
to no avail. That afternoon Steph left on a plane back to Melbourne, and El made us chicken and bacon pasta for dinner. It was a brilliant day despite the crappy weather.
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