Boys on the road
Captain at the helm charting the course flooring the vehicle apexing corners terrifying the life out of everyone
Jesus in a camper van
yes we are
we're back again
long locks flowing through windy car windows
Annie and boomin frying up the honey sausages on the BBQ
Captain groans with disgust
he hates the sausages
I am guilty for choosing the bag
It seemed like a good deal
until you realised all the sausages had a faint taste of disgusting honey in them
Nevermind
life in a campervan
Driving through the country
long Country Roads
endless crowds of farting cows specked blue and black and green
Pulling up to the beach
another unknown beach
Perfect Day
blaring beach chairs
Unfolding freezing cold
sea nipping at our feet
Captain going live on Facebook
laughing hysterically
stuck on the knife edge of the present moment
All past troubles forgotten
Ultimate mission objective
Get to the mountain, see the snow
Pulling into dark parking ground full of tourists like a zombie apocalypse town after the bombs have gone off
Only one toilet
Life in a campervan
Boys find the weed roll it up into joints and smoke it and pass it around
Even Captain joins in puffing in huffing and laughing and getting pretty high
Before favourite part of the day at night
Reviewing photos from the day
captains laptop charged performing quality control
Anni sits around with baited breath
Eating lots of noodles drinking pink milk with coco pops cooking barbecuing marinated chicken wings on public BBQ on Beach unknown
Pulling into beach up north parked up right next to the ocean metres away
Stars shining high up in the sky like burning swirls of hot gas
Jesus in a campervan
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