DOOF DOOF DOOF DOOF

Location: X32-K1 [Earth]
Intercept Type: Audio
Transcript: DOOF, DOOF, DOOF, DOOF
Source: Rainbow Serpent Festival
Conclusion: Gathering of humanoids with intent to communicate with alien life using a repetitive 'DOOF DOOF' beat.
[with MASSIVE thanks to greg tossel, the dancing robot and supremely lovely crazy being who created twenty of these gems and scattered them amongst the masses ~ for the rest, you'll just have to wait! or ask nicely...]


SO FAR, THE hardest thing about returning to what is oddly known as "civilisation" [it is particularly definition four that i have a problem with] has been trying to clean the dirt from my feet and all the grime out from under my nails ~ turning what used to be my jeans back into a wearable item is going to be an arduous task too, no doubt.

i am pretty well completely stuffed and rather hoarse to boot but have been floating quietly along on a cloud at work today and it's only now, after many a strong corfee that i feel even remotely able to tell you as much as i can remember about the bushdoof known fondly as rainbow.


~ 23/01/05 23:50 ~

next to the pub is a hardware store. next to that, beaufort cycles and toys. the gazebo's all lit up and pretty. the war memorial, less so. behind me is the payphoneless service station; in front of me, banana and mango juice; and tonight, i'm *working* for my festival.

so mobile phone unconscious [yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!] that i forgot mine, i'm sitting here waiting for a dj called so to wash behind his ears so i can get my dancing legs back where they belong.

having not been to rainbow before, i wasn't too excited about spending over a hundred bucks on a ticket so billie jazz [fellow telstra slave & rainbow organiser extraordinaire ~ go here for an interview] hooked me up with shift driving the shuttle bus: "just go to the info tent every couple of hours and see if any of the djs want a ride into town," he said. and that sounded okay to me, the 10pm til 6am timeslot looking like my only challenge. oh, that and being sober...

so, i got on the forums and found myself a ride with miss slingshot and adambgood. forgetting my cooler bag and thus all my food was not a good way to start the trip, but a couple of hours drive and a few beers later, things were looking much improved as, dripping with excitement, we entered the party through the legs of bertha the giant dragonfly and almost ran along the dusty fairy-lit path towards the all-encompassing beat at the market stage.

but we weren't ready for dancing, not just yet.

adambgood having disappeared immediately upon arrival, it was me, miss slingshot and her mate jay that were left. so, awandering in the dark we went. we drifted through through the market area, entranced by hammock hq, poffertjes and costumes aplenty. stopping only for some cleopatra's brew, we walked on through the healing zone to the first camping area. it didn't take long to run into someone i know and while that was kinda nice, it wasn't the someones i particularly wanted to run into, the lovely alice and the douche [gotcha!] german who i knew i'd be camping and playing with for the weekend.

in the dark, trying to find our friends, "happy rainbow" cries coming from strangers along the way, we shone our torch randomly around til nearly the end of the camping area. about to turn around and head back, miss slingshot gave the torch one last swing and jay cried out, in the first of awesome coincidences and number plate related incidents, "FULLY INTOXICATED PEOPLE, THAT'S THEIR CAR!!" having no such luck myself, i *camped* there for the night too. if, by camping you mean crawling into a sleeping bag underneath a shade~cloth and curling up on a pile of twigs.


waking up to a renegade sound system [which i later found out was STRICTLY against the rules!] after four hours sleep in this ditch, i began to wonder whether this rainbow business was all it was cracked up to be. when we got told we had to move coz we were outside of the designated camping area ~ as were a multitude of others who'd arrived in the dark ~ i decided it was high time to locate the elusive alice and locate i surely did: first jay then steven, alice, and a mass of fantastical crazies i was to share my life with for the next few days. and from that point on, as a man on a beach at butterfly valley once said, "alles in dortmund."*

to be continued...
[my woolly brain has been attempting in it's severely sleep-deprived state to recount these events to you since 3.33pm but now it has well n truly given up the ghost ~ i can't believe that's a biblical reference!]

xx

*this tale has now been published on vibewire!! must get onto part 2...