25/09/2004
Beach Boy Goes Hill Side

and meets giant mutated insects.

Immediately assuming my freedom -the fish will still be in the sea when I get back on Monday- I went away from my ex-fellow braindead boarders towards the pure nature of the hills: mobil phone out of reach, the same for radio.
So I enjoyed a quiet night with crickets and goat bells till I awoke promptly from a lively nightmare about a full size leaping tarantula that had it in for me.
Next day the horse flies came -the flat ones that sting twice- attacking with a frenzy like they just had visited some confiscated coke depot.
They were accompanied by far less agressive hornets, that looked like they had been feeding on hormonally treated flesh for a few generations: gigantic.
Life at the country side seems pretty impressive when you hang around the beach too long.

Worked some more on the interior of the van,
almost ready now for a mobil home tuning contest, think I would stand a fair chance in the category Recent Vehicles - Disguised Hippie