Arrival at the Garden

On the train. Doing my homework reading The Danger Game. Watching South Australia arrive outside the window and making friends. Sat across from a woman in the buffet car who was also typing and who was groaning about her mouse. I gave her arrow key tips and asked her about split infinitives (she had that educated baby-boomer look about her like she’d know about grammar) and she gave me the total lo down. Turns out she’s a freelance producer, helped make De Vino. Knows the NICA kids. Etc. Asked her to come to Bubblewrap.

Rang Christy. They hadn’t made it to Horsham yesterday because Nona got a flat tyre and they had no jack. They had no jack because they spent every cent on screws and sandpaper and there was nothing left to get a jack. So they made friends with several locals and spent the day waiting for the tow truck and for their tyre to be fixed.

They were driving alongside the train tracks. ‘look out for us!’ Didn't see them

Got into Adelaide at the same time as them and went to Mez’s house which was hilarious. 13 people all up staying at that house that weekend. Womad, Fringe and writer’s week collide for the Adelaidians and hundreds of people end up sleeping in their houses.

Went out into the Garden. Crazy queueing crowds and us rushing late to see Zen Zen Zo. Taxi home inspired and full of ideas. Likes and didn’t likes and want to do nexts.