What does one do on a day like this….. It all started out normally, Dotti not too harsh on our sleep and Axel actually surprised by breakfast in bed. And apart from a disgusting deed (about that later) he did nothing that deserves mentioning in this post. All the kudos are for Marjo. Not Nossi, who barely left the bus, not Dotti (well she ate her breakfast and dinner) but otherwise nothing to write home about.
Home, interesting word, not sure about its definition (the app says A place someone permanently lives with his or her family) but in our case does it apply to the bus? It doesn’t feel like home although Marjo definitely has made every effort to make it as much as possible that way. Well, that was not what I wanted to talk about though.
Marjo deserves kudos because she is brilliant with art, sits under a rainy awning and draws the most beautiful artworks, in this case mandalas and all from her mind. No examples, just imagination. That’s not all; even when it rains all day she keeps a positive view on everything. Not like those unrealistic sweet comments, but a positive spin. Thirdly she cares about and for all. Be it that Dotti doesn’t walk again in the creek, or Axel gets the most amazing dinners, inspiring lunch ideas, the yummiest snacks and making sure that everyone is comfortable and looked after. I love her to bits.
About that disgusting deed…..before The Rain (the one that lasted most of the day) we went looking for some firewood which is here in abundance. The bush we are camping in is poorly maintained. Vines have overgrown everything and kill trees that are kept upright by the vines. It gives it a bit of a mystical feel but also means that dead trees are dry (not rotten on the ground) and can be reasonably easy cut down. The hardest part is getting them out from the vines.
Marjo had seen one close to our camping spot and I went investigating equipped with handsaw. This tree was fallen down but actually stayed alive whilst growing 10 cm above and horizontally with the ground. While walking around I suddenly heard a loud “pop” under my left foot and turned around. I was suddenly met by the most gruesome smell and had to walk away. My foot sole was covered with some milky slime smelling so foul, we could smell it from over 10 meters away, even after washing my shoe.
It started to rain which resolved most of the smell problem, but when Dotti later went for one of her pee walks, she came back covered in the same smell. She seems to have a knack for getting herself in trouble.
Then we had to investigate where this came from and whether it was not poisonous, since Dotti’s face was covered in the slime. We deducted it back to a Stinkhorn; a relative harmless but smelly mushroom. Accordingly to those who know, you should be very careful with them: “Never eat, or even pick stinkhorns in New Guinea, where the Iban people (former headhunters) call it ghost penis fungus. It’s the member of a warrior who was decapitated in battle, and the twice-mutilated fighter will rise from the ground and pursue you until he cuts off your head with his headhunting sword!”
With that bombshell (you can tell that I watched Topgear on the iPad all day), sleep well.
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