DAY 13 // This Is Life.

It's Sunday. How sad is that..that the weekend has come and gone so quick. But hey, we had some good fun. Today we paid for it a bit...having last night been our first night out on the town In Biloela.

Ian dropped us off in town at the bar and we started making some friends! Yay friends! There was an interesting mix of folks at this bar...older, younger..mostly dudes, I'd say 80%. There was this one 50-somthing year old lady..short and round, with a slicked ponytail and what looked like a men's collared shirt on, (sounds a little lesbian, but she was just a rough looking farm chick - her daughter was bartending) who was having the best time just dancing in the middle of the bar by herself. Jammin' to the music like no other. Cam and I found this to be super amusing so we started dancing with her. From then on, she was like our mom..watching out for us and keeping the boys away! Haha I wish I could remember her name, she loved us and she was fantastic. We also met two girls who were locals - 22 years old both married with kids! Wow, I guess theres not much else to do in Biloela..my as well get hitched and pop out a couple babies.

All in all. Solid evening..met some cool people and closed down the local nightclub "Bottoms" before heading to the truck stop for some greasy meat pies.

My Creative bit is a sketch and some photos. I spent the afternoon drawing on the patio..feeling a little down and needing some time to clear my head. Being out here in the middle of nowhere you start thinking about the awesome friends you've met throughout your backpacking journey..many who you loose touch with. It's sad continually saying goodbye to great people, knowing you may never see them again. It's like this rotating door of friends coming in and out of your life every couple days or couple weeks. It's an aspect of the nomadic life that sucks and as much as you try and hold onto the relationships you've made, often times its just inevitable that they fizzle. Being isolated on the farm, I feel like I'm loosing touch and missing out on time with these great people but at the end of the day this 88 days is just a stepping stone to gaining loads more time.

 There's always some good in the bad. This is life.

Thanks for reading,
Goodnight!

Until Tomorrow xo

{Cammie Driving the farm truck}

{Our Saturday in town}