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while i dont have stories as awsome as rosemans ( what a fantastic time it must have been ) ill share withyou a little jurney some buddies and ihad not long ago.
we all decded that a bit of a road trip was in order, so we packed up the cars, threw in the surfboards and hit the road heading south, looking for waves, secluded beaches and explore our coast line. (SouthEast Oz) we drove till around dusk the first day befor we stared to look for a place to camp. we didnt look super hard so we ended up finding a vacant block in some bush that was proposed for development, Block 13. after smoking doobs left right and center we tried to pich some tents, that didnt go real well. the bugs were so bad the we if you swipped you hands through the air you would surley hit hundreds of insects and bugs, we were really out bush. next morning we got to the beach and had a surf some tucker and headed futher south. We stopped at rockpools, cliffs, beaches, but the highlight would have to be the rainforest in NSW. after scoring a bunch of shrooms and a decent amount of weed we drove for 3 hours till we got deep into the nation park and walked into the rainforest to camp.
That night we heard a bird that i could have sworn was a baby crying, very freaky while we were all stoned and mildly tripping. so as we lay back trying to ignore this freaky bird. i was laying on the ground looking at the stars when from out of nowhere i got kicked in the head by my mate, who claims that my hair was snakes, (i have long dreads) after some joints to stop the head throbing we all dozzed off under the stars. this happened everyday for about 12 days as we traveled up and down the coast finding sports on the beach to camp, surf and chill out. we ended up camping next to highways, rainforests, bush, beaches, rockpools, saw nearly everykind of animal imaginable, smoked as the sun went down, and came up, lazed around in the sun listening to music, talked, played cricket, soccer fished and drank.
Dad use to tell us stories of doing the same when he was our age, listening to morning of the earth, traveling free and loving life.
We all have a bit of hippy in us.
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