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Published: April 13th 2011
The journey began yesterday, 12th April 2011, with my solo adventure around Australia. I left home with my Mum waving me off as I tried very unsuccessfully not to cry, and as I drove up my street, I wondered what the hell I was doing. My road trip started with major detours, road works and getting a little lost along the way on an 8hour drive South East of Adelaide, yet despite these very minor setbacks, I found myself camped under a picturesque mountain in the Grampians. Never mind the cold conditions and constant drizzle, I found that I was relieved to be here. And when I say 'here' I don't just mean here in Victoria, but here on this trip. With fatigue peaking after a long drive of interruptions, I noticed that I didn't get too rattled along the way, as I had a generous supply of cupcakes to keep me nourished and I also noticed that eating cupcakes prevents me from ever feeling sad or upset really.
After a restful sleep last night that was only briefly interrupted as Iris (the bus) was rattled vigourously by an intruder...animal I assume, but who knows, and at 2.34am, who cares, I was just happy that for the first time in a long time I had found myself asleep before 9.30pm which enabled me to rise this morning with new found energy.
My day started slowly with nothing of interest to report, and then increased to what I am sure is a general level of interest...I climbed a mountain. I always thought I would start this trip by climbing a mountain, and damn it, that's exactly what I did today. Again, despite constant drizzle and the occasional sun-shower, I took a 2.5 hour hike from Halls gap to Fyans Creek walking track and then up some mountain that I am sure has a name, not one I remember, and of course I didn't take my camera so theres no proof that I even did any of this, but trust me, I did...and it was lovely. Fresh air and the smell of wet trees and grass made it all worthwhile, even if I did slip and fall on my arse, but like a trooper I picked myself up and kept walking despite embarrasment as other hikers passed me by. It's times like these I wish I had a friend with me to laugh at me...with me.
The afternoon went by as uneventfully as the morning did, but the evening was slightly more entertaining. I went over the road to the local take away shop that sells everything that will clogg your arteries and shorten your lifespan, and I enjoyed their hot chips, which I had last night too (I am such a boring creature of habit...that's why I do crazy things like pack my life and leave for the unknown) I came back to my site, put a chair outside Iris, cracked a beer (which I purshased from the most expensive bottlo on the planet) opened the page to one of many books I am reading, and took in the granduer of the mountains as I ate the best hot chips ever. After 20 minutes, the site next to me gradually filled with a group of hippy's and their kids. I'm certain one of them had A.D.H.D, but never fear, the sounds of the recorder and a guiter being played by a woman in fishermans pants, intermittently screaming at her child 'Fizz' to stop running up to me and yelling in my ear, calmed us all...hmmm, maybe not. Thankfully it started to rain again and I headed in, preventing me from looking too rude, although the scrunching up of my face and intense stares at Fizz, I'm sure were a giveaway of my level of enthusiasm for his energy.
What the rest of the evening has in stall for me, who knows, but I am sure it will be restful.
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