Yes I’m back. Did you miss me? I had a lovely ride back from the airport last night. Firstly the air was clean, the sky clear and even some stars visible. First time seen anything but brown haze for two weeks. Secondly, the only words the taxi driver said on the trip were “Fucking Pigs!” as we passed a speed trap. The exact words I assume Editor Deefock has exclaimed on numerous occcasions lately.
All these I found to be welcome home pictures. Now this first from Natalie W has no, well, anything, but for an unknown reason it gladdened my heart to be welcomed home by a picture of half a toasted sandwich and a can of drink discarded in Kenwick. And where else could such a valueless nothing photo be posted? A content-less ennui generator.
And another picture from Orbea to remind me that I’m really home. Maylands.And taking a break from the massed scooters of Saigon, I’m welcomed home by a plonker in a stupid monster car from Kylie.And to just keep me in touch with my Asian experience, a nice Melbourne worst from Solari. Worst well. Glad to be back.