Friday, 19 September 2014

Nimbin Things


On Tuesday, Sept 16th, we boarded the Grasshopper tour bus headed for Nimbin. Nimbin is known as the drug/pot hub for Aus, full of hippies, rainbows, and feral children. The bus itself, was super ghetto with zero suspension and was driven by a burnt-out but hilarious old surfer dude who's name we couldn't understand through his thick Aussie slang. The roads there were narrow, poorly marked and full of pot holes but somehow we (and the bus) made it in one piece....and I didn't even woof my cookies. 


As soon as we arrived, some guy in a black mask approached us to sell some weed cookies. Could have been the mask or the hoodie on a super hot day, but something made our spidey senses tingle so we passed them up. There had been a major drug raid 5 days prior where 70 cops with dogs so we had been warned to be careful 'just incase'. We explored the shops full of crystals, tye-dye, Bob Marley knick-knacks, and weed paraphanilia. Tracie and I ended up both buying bracelets and hoola-hoops - 2 more things to add to our travelling circus van....
Just before we were due to catch the bus back, we were on a mission to find some Nimbin things. We ended up meeting some Bundjalung people hawking cookies from an esky (cooler) in the park. Very not discrete. They had half their teeth, and couldn't do math - which worked to our advantage because we bought 6 cookies ($40) and 3 grams (@ $10 each) but they only charged us $40 total instead of $70. Perhaps their math wouldn't be broken if they hadn't partaken in their own supply? Either way, it was a good deal for us.


After exploring the town we went to a park and our bus driver made us a big BBQ. Unfortunately, our first batch of cookies didn't do much but enough that we definitely did mowed down...

That night we had our second cookie - and ate the whole thing, not expecting much, but next thing we know we were up up and away...back at camp we put on Tropic Thunder but all pass out out about 15 min in and when we woke up the next day, none of us could even remember what we had watched.

To bad our first ones didnt do that. It would have made for quite the afternoon...


~F

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