New friends

Off again, 500 k’s driving. Tennant creek was the destination. Back again, this place was my first bushtrip ever. Bringing up memories of times long gone. Being married and barely adjust to the australian customs. A rooky in bush trips. 

But now it was all different, the divorced rooky has become a fucking expert, and accustomed to the  way of bush. 

It went all smooth. Dismanteling a radiator from an inmense genset, load it on the truck, and installing again 1000 k’s further in Yulara, another place with memories. we did it in a record time. The power and water people are still talking about our effort. Even at places 2000 k’s away. But that was we needed. It became a snowball. And work is floating in. To much now to handle it all.

The time i spent in tennant creek was refreshing. Staying in a motel, where the steak is a piece of meat that just melts in your mouth. Not the ones were you have a fight between the knife and meat, and if you are not careful, you still have the change the piece of meat wants to get stuck in your throat an try to knock you out. 

I even made a new friend over there. A green frog jumped inside to say hello and to inspect my luggage. He even took the liberty of posing for the camera.

The room i was in, was even bigger then the place i live in . it was one of the rarities that sometimes happens. Going bush with a better quality of life then when you actually living at your own place.

The rock, a place that always calls me back. Even there i made some new naked friends. I reckon the wildlife of the bush reconized a fellow in spirit .

Yep, i have become a bushman. That hard it s even an enoyement at the other part of the world. Bush is acting as a grown up man, with all his own responsibilities and freedom he has. Do the good thing you survive, do the bad thing you die. As simple it gets. A simple rule to follow.