And it doesn’t stop. The next stop was Hermansburg, The preparations of the foundation of a future bush job.
But maybe it was me. Time was flying and i noticed i crossed over a certain timeline , i was getting used too. 16 weeks were gone. And this is the time frame i `m used to returning to my other side.
Maybe my unconscious was telling me something.
But i still have a few weeks to go ,before i can return to my baby. It was changed, and is still changing for the better. There is a calling. And it becomes louder and louder. No ear plugs decent enough to protect me from that. A life in Euralia becomes a reality. A place with a door, A door to a world with my own strange behaviour rules.

While working at the rock again, installing a oil delivery and recovery line trough the whole station another week and half fies by, The summer changed in winter in a few days. And in the mean time , in a country far far away, technology is brought into the abandoned farm. All my imaginary walks trough the farm deciding where all the light, power points and water taps earn there ideal spot , are being put from paper into the wall and floor. Another change i wasn’t able to follow up in reality. A fact is that , the place will be different since the time i left Euralia ages ago.
Time to breath again, a little break, before the last run . I got even the time to experience one of the more culinary surprises of Ozzie land. “The floating pie” A dish put together by peas, carrots, and all kind of veggies mixed together to become a soup, And in the soup a meat pie floating , ignoring gravity. Only one portion of the floating pie let your body sink into the dirt by gravity.
Yep, there are different kind of bush trips, and this is definitely my favorite one.