Do you want a foot rub?
Friday, February 12, 2010 at 6:14PM
After inviting me over to the caravan for a cuppa, Michelle fixed her gaze on my feet.
My eyes shifted from hers to my feet and back unsure what she was looking at, down there.
Then she asked, "Do you want a foot rub?"
What the hell, "sure" I said.
It's simply not often enough that a person offers you a foot rub.
And so another story unfolds, me with my leg up on a woman I've just met in a caravan park on the Sunshine Coast, QLD. Michelle and her man submit their faces for another page in my future book 'In a Sea of Grey Nomads' (title TBC). It may well need to be titled 'I'm parked' as I'm finding more often than not the grey nomads are more like grey statues - unmoving from the caravan park for decades.

I love all the details of living like this.

And I love my interactions as a young freak wandering and a-wondering around caravan parks.
Little things like getting instructions to places I might like on plastic table tops.

I'm also collecting photographs of other people I meet and the quotes they say.

This is Pete who I met in the street. How does a street meet turn into a coffee, bread sharing, chilli-swapping session about paths to enlightenment?
I can't explain that. But now I have a CD that may see me receive "The Knowledge".
I should write down quotes as I don't have one for him.
However the couple said to me:
"Keep moving, never stay more than a day or the crocs will get ya"
and I asked, "Why do croc's wait a day?"
"It's mother nature. They see a pattern forming." he said.
I think he was making an analogy with the crocs...
[current mood] Green Grapes & The Age of Aquarius
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