Day 53 in Australia

The view I woke up to this morning was that of sunshine floating into my hammock... the blanket I stole from my job at a small town hotel tangled between my feet... the world no longer spinning as it had been when I had gotten in. Oh good! :) 

I was camped illegally in some national park in between Margaret River and Augusta in Western Australia. A lovely place... the company, not so much. 

I had met some dude at a hostel the day before. He seemed nice enough, had a car and stuff... and, well, I wanted to see a raggae band play at a local winery. Naturally, I just messaged the band to see if they would pick me up and take me with, but when I didn't hear from them, I agreed to let this dude come along. Afterwards we went camping, and things got awkward.  

The texts and missed phone calls I woke up to were beyond ridiculous, and I'm rather happy that I skipped dinner, downed jack like a champ and passed out at 9:30pm. Shoulda known buddy was a bit psycho when he wouldn't stop talking to his plant, affectionately named Gwenoveer. 

And like a big girl, I drank up what was left over from last nights booze, was nice to him until he drove me back to civilization, and then took a breathe, went for breakfast, and tried to think about my next move. 

At breakfast, I fell in love.