The wedding

Because i was a few days to early for the wedding, there was nothing to do than relaxing, taking walks with cellie, and have some alcoholic entertainment.


It was a beautiful place. First time in my whole live , that i had a beach on my own, the sea for my eyes only, except cellie`s eyes, but he had only attention for wildlife and those never ending movement of the waves, he was enjoying himself, there was no doubt about that.

On one of the days that i had to wait untill the wedding, I thought it would be nice to get rid of my white short and socks, There i go, my first experience of naturalism. I felt like adam on the beach when god created man, only he forgot to create woman that moment, nothing is perfect.

The day was there, the wedding. There was only problem. My naturist experiment didn`t allow me to sit anymore, and for a long time to. My skin renewed himself for several times.


The wedding itself was on the beach. It was a casual dresscode, but the boys had a little surprise for our wedding couple. We all bought a dressed-up t-shirt. It was the perfect place to have a wedding. Well done Koen and Katrina. I had a great time and almost lost cellie on one of the guest.


The morning after, it was back time to heading back to the middle of Australia. Off we go, back for another 1500 k`s. we took another way to get back, i had 2 new tyres, so why not try some dirt tracks,. We passed Mackay, Emerald, Winston and Boulia. Slept in the beautiful nature, waking up with a sunrise in a valley . In Boulia the road changes to dirt, 850k`s of red dirt. What an experience, no car on the road, what would you expect in the middle of the summer and dessert. I have to admit, i felt a bit scary that time, but those days ,there was a bit a 'who cares` mentality in my soul. And a bundy (rum-coke) was always in reach of my hands. The trip was exhausting, you start driving 40 km an hour what soon becomes 100 km/h . And believe me, a dirt road has some surprises, soon the eski and cellie jumped to the ceiling of the car. Back to 40 again , but you accelerate without knowing on those straight red roads. Cellie and the rest of the inside where jumping again.


We even took some hitchhikers on the way, imagine, in both 400 k direction, nothing than sand and bushes. Some aboriginal couple broke down with they car, a car that i wouldn`t even drive if i was suicidal and in that time it meant a lot. I dropped them off in their community, some side tracks of the main. Amazing that people are living here, what a different lifestyle.
Alice was getting closer, it was getting time to, the heat (airco in the car was not working) was getting at cellie. The last part is back bitumen, the speed was getting faster, only suddenly broken by a suicidal kangaroo or bull who wanted to jump before the car.


Back in Alice, back to reality.