Day 4 of the roadtrip finds us in
Uralla on a farm, surrounded by chickens and flies. The last few days
have been very eventful, starting with a beach wedding. I had pretty
much decided that I was not going to enjoy the reception as I knew
no-one, but within an hour I was chatting away and remeniscing over
80's music and talking authoritatively about computers. Yep, I'd had
a few to drink!
The next day I was introduced to MORE
of the Mainey clan and wasn't simply greeted, I was welcomed into the
bosom of the family with open arms and an invitation to go fishing
(no women allowed...).
Now, after 1200 k's we're in the home
of age-old family friends, and what do they do but welcome me in and
ply me with alcohol. Thomas is (finally) communicating appropriately
with all of us, including his sister, I'm relaxed and not worrying
(too much) about the mosquitos and Lydia, well she's got bigger plans
for our wedding and is starting to get VERY broody. Ah well.
Tomorrow we're off to see the biggest
country music festival in the southern hemisphere (well you've gotta
be famous for something...), and Thomas is possibly selling raffle
tickets for something or other somewhere nearby; it's all rather
confusing when he's a bit better for beer. We're also planning a day
on a sheep farm where I can play with quad bikes, and hopefully
Thomas is coming too.
