dramas in paradise.

this morning i stood by as george -our resident snake man- disposed of a deadly rough scale that was found when someone went digging around in a tarp next to their tent. george clears away poisonous brown snakes almost daily from the camp and town, yet after having caught this rough scale, even he was shaking. he then proceeds to tell us that if bitten by this one, you could be unconscious in 45 seconds, and if not bandaged fast enough and given medical attention you would likely be bleeding from all orfices in an hour. yay.

so yea. that was fun.
other new fun stuff; took a very interesting bus tour to Nimbin yesterday. nimbin is a small town in australia where it is basically legal to smoke, grow, sell weed. so you go to nimbin on Jim's Alternative Tour, buy your drugs and eat some cookies. then have a crazy fucked up drive home as jim takes you through the wildlife reserve of semi-tropical jungles, timed perfectly to an excellent soundtrack, and preaches about alternative lifestyles and being an activist. so here, for your reading pleasure- is the last entry in my journal before i got on the bus in nimbin:

"so much to write about, but for now i'll just explain the immediate situation: here i sit in nimbin, digesting a pot-cookie, waiting for the bus to get going. this ought to be an interesting trip home.. er-well ya. i live in a tent and work for my keep. we smoke, we swim, we play music. i love our aging hippy bus driver. and right now my feet feel like they're melting. john lennon walked by with a far-side t-shirt on. no wonder i couldn't sleep last time. time is really really slow. puff the magic school bus is flying through blue skies!"