WATER TORTURE

It is usually about 4am when the enveloping cloud is at its heaviest that I wake to the sporadic drip, drip, dripping on the cottage’s flat skillion roof. The cosy cottage is situated under a massive old fig tree, its branches ranging far and wide above, the mist collecting on the leaves and forming into large droplets, which fall onto the iron, sounding like rocks at that hour of the morning. The constant beat follows no pattern, like a percussionist with no sense of rhythm and a broken hand, as I lie wide awake trying to fall back asleep. Have done a bit of maintenance on the bus, am trying to seal up any gaps where dust constantly gushes in whenever we travel on dirt roads, am looking forward to seeing how what I have done works out. I am looking forward to getting back on the road next week and heading north. We have a date at Dreamworld, we cashed in some Fly By points for a family entrance ticket and we are going to catch up with some friends in Maroochydore. After that we will just see what happens, we are heading north for some warmer weather and looking forward to some time on the beach. It has been a nice break here on the hill but the feet are getting itchy. A few facts about the trip so far: We have put 1036.6 litres of diesel into the bus, which has cost $1438.45. We have travelled about 3400 km on this fuel in the last 4 months, this does not include the petrol we have used in the car. We have done about 8500 km in the Subaru during this time.