Well I'm writing this in the near darkness of the Sunas tour bus. I'm only able to type when we tick under a streetlamp and I can actually see the keyboard. We're on the Bruce Highway, heading north to Childers for the Festival of the Cultures. Arrgh and now the streetlamps have vanished so I'm kind of using the Force here. Nope, no good. I'll have to come back later after my drive shift.
Sodding semi-trailers. Maybe there's a 10pm curfew or something, as every single one of them has screamed up behind us (and we're cruising at the speed limit here and not dawdling). They come up behind, literally so close that I can count the bugs squashed on the bull bars, then just sit there. Am I supposed to just pull off onto the dirt at 100kmh? And aren't these things supposed to be speed limited?
Anyway, enough whinging.
I had a 'moment' earlier, around midnight. I was driving along, The Waterboys whispering from the iPod connected to the stereo, under a near-full moon. The road was bordered by the indigo of cane fields, and the air was cool yet still scented with sugar (it's harvesting season too). I think Mannie, Sarah and Hayley were asleep (Renee is away in New Zealand), and it suddenly occurred to me that we were driving through the night to play music at a festival. Doesn't sound like much really, but there can't be too many better jobs going.
I wonder what the weekend will hold...?
Listening to 'Peace of Iona' by The Waterboys
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