bush bed in Brisbane
Around me dense bushes, mozzies constantly attacking my typing hands. On the right and behind me untamed forest; intersecting stomped down trails randomly zigzag into its depth. To my left green wetlands and before me a large waterhole or ruther lake, ducks and waterlilies decorating the surface. I hear the wind play with countless leaves, joined by light drizzle of patchy rain, creating a soft sinphony with birdsong.
But what is that constant noise in the distance?
It’s cars rushing past on the Gateway motorway, the main connection between the north and the third largest city of Australia: Brisbane.
It reminds me of where I am: in a little suburb called Nudgee, adjacent to Brisbane’s largest wetlands.
I have build “my” bush into a reasonably good shelter using palm leaves for a roof and dry grass as cushion.
I am spending 3 nights here, just to bridge the last days before my departure. Carly and Jesse had dropped me off here on Saturday morning as they wanted to go away for the weekend. And on Tuesday it’s “Goodbye Oz, Hello Fiji!”.