Day 13. 17th June.
Most of today was spent on the computer. Poor Satch entertained himself by carving wood & doing a photo shoot with one of the characters in his van. He even told me the story. I'll do my best to retell it with integrity.
And discovered there was more to life.
So he sat there & had a nice cup of tea,
Whipped out his prayer flags & set up shop.
Then he thought about all that he'd done, concluded it was superficial & meaningless & went back to non commercial contemplation once again.
Poor Satch. He was really bored.
Come evening, he made up for it however, on the way to a bbq
Untitled from paulsanchez on Vimeo.
where we were given a mean feed & lots of business was talked. (I did card tricks while Paul did the work.)
We blessed the crew with the remains of our last batch of holy water
& finally left them in peace at about . Ross & Jason gave us awesome T-shirts from their clothing brand Arty Crooks, to get us out the door. But I didn’t get the hint until much later.
I almost went AWOL on the mission just to wear my awesome new t-shirt where it could be seen, unshrouded with a poo brown robe, but my integrity wouldn’t allow it. (And I had nowhere to go at in the burbs of New Port with no phone & no idea where we were staying.)
Satch, who was still patiently hanging about like a true mate, drove us down to
We woke Aaron at 3am & despite the fact that he had to be up at 7, he kindly got up, let us in & then couldn’t go back to sleep for hours, while we slept soundly on his bedroom floor.
We truly are surrounded by amazing people. Some may suggest we take advantage of them, but to document omelettes, some eggs need to be broken, is it not true? :/ God help us.