The footprints of a leaf.

With an apprenticeship in the film industry Fabian was able to put his learned skills to good use.

So, as everyone else was looking forward to the prospect of going to work after the weekend, I was heading north, in th edirection of the world's largest sand island. That's right, 4 days on Fraser lay ahead of me, as opposed to 4 or 5 repeated versions of the daily grind.

What can I say???

The fishermen were all there and what a spectacle that made. Literally hundreds of men from near and far standing with the swell upto their waist, paying hommage to Neptune and reaping the benefits tha the pacific had to offer. ie: Taylor. Gathering at every gutter and sand-bar to practice their faith. And then again in the evenings, thanking the gods for their catch by raising their cans to the skies and taking in the copious amounts of the amber fluid.

Religious Fanatics...I just don't understand them.

But on that note...I was there to introduce my passengers (§ from the father-land) to the practice of praying to the gods of sand.

The practice begins with a type of baptism, which can only begin upon the "bogging" of their transport. After this, all shall gather either infront of or behind said vehicle, place their hands upon the vehicle and pray, pray, pray. If all pray hard enough then, they shall be rewarded by a shower of sand (if praying particularly hard the sand shall reach places they didn't know existed).

Although I thought they were all doing quite well, the sand gods didn't agree with me. My new convertees were required to practice their faith again and again. Each time being rewarded sufficiently with said sand. I must say that I found the sand gods to be quite generous with the delivery of the sand, especially on their last attempt.

Although, should any of them return to the island I am quite sure that the gods shall require them to again demonstrate their faith.

Luckily for me, I have been a long-time convert and didn't have to prove my faith (also I was the driver)

All in all, it was a great week, relaxing but busy. Lake Wabby, perched between a sandblow and a eucalypt forest, was just super, Lake Mackenzie, it's brilliant white-put-on-your-sunnies-or-burn-out-your-eyes sand and super clear/unbelievable blue water still the most amazing place for a quick dip.

We also took a trip north up to Indian Head. From this vantage point we were able to spy a school of big fishy-things (at least 15 and about 1.5 - 2 m), a school of dolphins and at least 2 Whales. What a sight!!!

Just around the corner I did see the strangest thing, a Porsche Cayenne S. What a sight.

I must say phone, e-mail, internet, news, radio. I did not miss. What a great feeling to be away and unable to be contacted. The only contact possible was face-to-face. most unusual in this age of hi-tech.

But hey, now I'm back and off to work tomorrow.

Thanks to Nina, Fredi and Fabian for a great week. Hope you all had a great time too.

So, how was your week???

So anyway, there I was riding south to Kirra, look left and what do I see??? Whoa!!! what the hell is that, looks a lot like an oil platform, the likes of which are rarely seen in these parts.

Ok, Norway, the Gulf, hey, anywhere north of 0°.

But here, in s-e Qld.

What is this thing???

But then I started to think, yes it happens every now and again... What is most precious to us here???

Yes, yes, Petrol. I know!!! but you can actually live without a car (now a motorcycle is another matter) and yes I'll get onto the subject of personal transport vs. public transport later.

What you see here is the face of the future in Australia. Or perhaps the future of the face of Australia (Australia's future face???)

De-salinifinication (or some bloody thing)

That's right, this monstrosity is a part of a giant thingy that is somehow able to remove the salt from the sea-water, or is it the other way round???

Either way bloody ugly, isn't it? and if I lived where I could see it then it would probably bother me, but seeing as I don't live anywhere near the bloody thing then I really don't give a crap.

Why should I???

Damn...

And for that matter, if the climate changes drastically over the next 100 years...why do I give a Poo??? I hope I'll be dead

Yeah...knowing my luck they'll come up with a drug that will make us all immortal and I will have to give a crap...

how very...Pedestrian (scheesh!!!)

not that I got anything against living...just not forever. I can't keep up with that much fashion (I can't bloody keep up with fashion in this lifetime, let alone an endless one.

what a disaster that would be...

Dying saves fashion...can you imaging how many fashion disasters/victims there would be if we lived forever.

I'd have to commit suicide, whilst wearing a pair of very cool shorts (of course/or perhaps a safari suit)

Speaking of which...