The Scourge of the First World….
We Grisashers have been making our way back up North, stopping at various famous and infamous places along the way. I have a post regarding one of our stops (which has been excellent by the way), plus my Hitwave Alison from the week just gone, ready for you, but alas and alack, there is no wifi here to speak of. Seriously. No free wifi. Otherwise known as the scourge of the First World.
I could probably go and find an internet cafe somewhere, but I fear that would take more effort than I’m willing to invest. Plus, I’m here on the couch with beer and footy, to be drunk and watched. And I have a new stubby holder. From the Big Banana. With my name on it. So these beers all have my name on them. (I predict that is a joke that will be trotted out with alarming regularity.)
I have made my phone into a ‘mobile hotspot’ for the purposes of this post, but uploading photos and other media (like website info) IS TAKING MORE TIME THAN I HAVE PATIENCE.
So you will have to deal with this as your Monday post.
By the time you are reading this, we will be preparing to exit Angourie and brave the last-day-of-the-school-holidays-and-last-day-of-a-long-weekend traffic. We Grisashers are nothing if not fearless.
So wish us well.
See you once civilisation engulfs us once more.
I leave you with these words from JRR Tolkein, it’s from “There and Back Again” (aka The Hobbit), so I find it fitting:
The road goes ever on and on,
Out from the door where it began,
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet,
And whither then? I cannot say.”
I think it has a whole lot more, but I can’t remember it, and let’s face it, you really don’t give a shit… Later.
How was your long weekend?
Where was your ‘There”? Did you make it back?