Locked out of car...nice work Sarah!
Apr 21, 2011
|Sitting here with a blocked nose, Don't know where that came from! hmm...
Not the kinda blog I was after on my first few days of adventure! but hey.. something to write about right?
It would have to be years since I last battled a flu.. Ok, so maybe I raved on about my "immunity" and health a little too much over the years and it's come back to bite me on the back side! Fair enough! but come on! timing is sh.t!
Never the less I do feel as though it will be beaten in the snotty fields within the next 48 hrs, MAX! I got amazing troops on that front line :)
Not to mention quite a few "home" remedies from loving friends and fam.
Like,lets see...Garlic! and lots of it. Chewed and swallowed before put to bed and stuffed between my toes and in my socks (no cuddles for me!) Thank you Tegan ... I will always smile when eating garlic after that experience :)
So I arrived here in Adelaide at Tegan's (my beautiful friend whom I volunteered with in Cambodia)and who has now also opened up her home for my big truck and snotty nose.
True friends are hard to find.. but easy to identify ;)
My journey here from Griffith was Looooooooooooooong! about 10hrs all up.
Which leads me to my first Crazy Story to share! :)
Here it is...
So I was about 2 hours out from Adelaide and already feeling anxious to arrive and stretch the legs... Suddenly it hits me!... Shit! I gotta pee! (Again? I swear I just stopped?)
With little time to argue with myself over the need to pee again , I start looking for a good spot (tree's have been quite scarce over the past few km)
Then I see it! a big camera sign... "lookout ahead"
Perfect! right on sunset , I shall drop the pants and enjoy the view
Pulling in I notice an old commodore there, don't pay too much attention as my mind seems to be distracted by a screaming bladder. Grab some paper and slam the door shut..
5 steps, a few taps on the legs... Shit!!!! The Keys!!!
Ye, I totally locked myself out of the car in the middle of nowhere with no reception right on dusk! nooooice work Sarah!
Still busting to pee but suddenly the screaming in my head is louder
I approach the guy leaning on his car, "Hey!.. you're not going to believe it.. I just locked myself out of the car!"
He seems friendly and tries to find something to attempt to break in (he knows how? I think to myself... should I be worried here?:)
With no luck he offers to call road side assistance... I thank him and say how lucky I am he is even here! seriously..no reception and dark.. What was I thinking!!!
We have approx 30 Min till arrival and its getting cold. He invited me to join him in his car... Sure! why not?
A few voices (mostly from family) start running through my head... "mmm is this safe? Is he genuine?"
But they are short lived. he is my saviour for now, lets give him the benefit of the doubt hey!
We get in and he mentions he was just about to smoke some weed before I drove in, and that I could wind my window down if I liked (so sweet :) I say "sure" and wind it down enough to avoid the fumes.
He starts chatting away casually about his life, how he wrote off his car, his "past" addictions and relationships, He's had quite a wild life!
I notice he picks up a glass pipe, not that I know all that much about drugs but I think to myself.. I'm pretty sure that ain't for weed!
I go into a slight panic (thanks to my loving fam again) what if he goes mad!
Then again my thoughts relax as he shows no aggressive signs at all, and again.. he is still my saviour so far!
As he pulls out his little sash e bags with traces of crystal like substances I try to keep fixated on the conversation... that is until he asked the next question!
"Sarah.. could you reach over into your door compartment and pass me my knife?"
So calmly said... I think my mind went into shock and my body just shrugged it off!
Sure! your knife.. of course!
So I reach in only to pull out a quite impressive pocket knife, which he uses to simply cut a shovel out of a straw to use as a scoop for his drug
By now I don't know what to think of him! He seems innocent even with his knife, though the drugs make me question how trusting he may be.
Soon enough the road side assistance arrives and I'm back in my car!
We exchange numbers and I promise to buy him a beer next time I pass through, A lovely guy with a sad addiction, in the right place at the right time
Thank you Josh
You were a great first experience, and I now have a spare key tucked away!
As my mother would always ask us.... "so what's the moral of the story girls?"
I'd say mum...
That we should not judge too quick, we should be cautious without loosing all trust, and sometimes..... We can't avoid the situation we're in and its best to keep the faith when all else fails!
:) phew! man that was a long blog between sneezes
Love to you all
1st day at " The Food Forest" tomorrow where I start my first 5 days of lessons in Permaculture Design... :)