Intoxication, social paralysis, yet socially acceptable. It seems nothing in this peculiar desert oasis can be complete with out it. Buildings whhere foriegn tourists come only to socialise with other foreign tourists, in a world where reality is at teh very least blurred, if not completely masked by the affects of multiple drugs (both legal and illegal).
Paranoia, aggression, ecstasy and lust... all I see are humans in distress. Conversations about "our indegenous peoples and their lack of respect and responsability". What, I ask, is so respectful about coming to a country driving to a rest area (for free camping), crapping in teh bush and not even bothering to walk 50 meters from your van to take in the amazing veiw. Where is the responsibility in coming to another country to kill off your brain cells in the pursuit of social acceptance and arrogance? Rant over.
And now to camping (out of Alice). Flies everywhere, but nothing a quick swish and swoosh won't fix. Sharing a campfire with beautiful souls, crows watch from teh branches, the wind gently slides through the trees and the wood crackles as the flames wrap around the branches. Birds are singing away as usual and the only other sound is the scratching of my pen... hmmmmmmmmm could stay here forever (or untill it got too hot;))
Be xx
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