SASS' DIARY : DAYS TWELVE - SEVENTEEN

Day Twelve – Seventeen

Yass – Canberra- Sydney –Bathurst –Orange-Dubbo-Bourke– Cunnamulla- Yowah

from personal diary:
“Yucky sick on the bus
Night moves us to Canberra
The vent blows cold
And a chorus of coughs are covered
By blankets and sleeping bags”

“Stuck in fucking Yowah
Not following my initial intuition
Which said “no, don’t go””


(2005 note: all blank pages! and the faulty beast of my memory only remembers fragments. I am missing some great stories: Sleeping in an unused church in Bathurst. Very cold. Singing on streets. The Christian community in Bourke? that feed and housed us all. Can someone fill in the blanks??)