Previously in the adventures of Team Fantastic:

So, not much as been reported so far. As it has always been my aim to change that, I still seem to fail miserably without even trying all that hard.

To re-cap ever so slightly the chain of events so far:

After leaving Taradale we headed for Mildura. A quiet and uneventful night later we zoomed towards Adelaide and Aldinga Beach. It started to get hot and sunny, but thermals were still good and a must at night even for little Vikings. We spent a few days there while Steinar set up his website and did the first Eco Village of the trip, Aldinga Arts Eco Village. I’ll leave all that to his most capable writing skills, so check out www.theinlandsea.com.au for more details.

 I spent the days reading ‘The Henson case’ and found myself once again frustrated by the narrow mindedness and general uneducated views on art that somehow manage to create their own bush fires.

Anyways, Eirik and I headed down to the beach one day. We’d heard there where two beaches and having already checked out one, we decided to go for the other one. As we come down towards it, I am at first struck by how amazingly beautiful it is. As we get closer I see some people. Hey... these people aren’t wearing many clothes, are they? Ah... and the sight of a fisher wearing only a hat and a vest confirms it. It’s a nudie beach. And man, I saw more flab as we headed for the clothed section on the other side than I have ever needed to see after previously working as a caretaker. Safely one the other side of the nudie sign, I dared to put my feet thoroughly in the water. About knee high or so in, I turn around to brace myself against a few waves. All is well until a massive one decides to knock me over and wash me up on the beach. Looking something like a drowned kitty, I concluded that I don’t need to go any further into the water. At all. 

 

Oh Peter, my Peter...

Leaving Aldinga Beach we went back to Barossa Valley and stopped at the Peter Lehmann winery. Does not need much explanation other than to say yum yum! Something tells me Mr. Peter hasn’t seen the last of us. Unfortunately time is of the essence and we quickly moved on the next day. Onwards we go!

 

Roxby Downs Syndrome

Next stop, after 7 hours or so of driving, Roxby Downs (syndrome).  We set up camp by the BBQ. Besides from some sort of gig going on near by, it was a seemingly quiet place. Exposure to air, sun and massive heat has made us a sleepy bunch and we all tucked it in early. I wake up around 4 to some car ruckus thinking it’s someone messing with our car (which is still packed to the brim and messy as hell). As I turn around to get my glasses, Steinar sits up and yells ‘Holy Shit!!”. I turn around only to hear roaring laughter and see two headlights heading straight for the tent. (There was no road or anything but a path and bushes behind us.) Swerving last minute, they just miss us and drive off. Adrenaline rushes of that sort at 4 in the morning is not recommended. 

Getting up the next day, I went over and found that the car has backed into the bushes then driven straight out barely missing Ben’s swag and our tent. That day also happened to be my lens change day. Imagine my face as I discover that I have brought 7 contact lenses for one eye and none for the other. And it’s sunny and HOT as hell...

And as such.. the game was on.