Damn, bugger, poo – I’m lumped in the back with you know who? She is such a Princess it infuriates me to my zippers. Don’t they get it? I’m such an important part of their lives it is beneath me to travel with a flea bag. I think I will just sit here and pout.
Oh lookie there we are crossing the border heading north. Gosh, I wonder where we are headed. It must be a long trip as the boot is filled with a lot less important cargo – you know cosmetic bag, cosy bags and assorted totes. I’m so glad that I wasn’t created like them – how boring – no personality and certainly no mind of their own. Anyhow, we’re off on another adventure.
Grunt, snorkel – what – where are we? And what time is it? Crikey it must be nearly midnight – where did those hours go?
The early morning bird calls jolt me out of a peace sleep. Why is the world so bombarded with creatures flying between trees? Mistress is up for her early morning ritual – coffee and journal writing. I’m sure she is writing about me – my flaps burst with pride as she looks over – yes, it’s definitely true it is about me – I just knew it!
Here we are in Nelson Bay. Where the bloody hell is Nelson Bay? Oh, a holiday – well, why didn’t you say before? You know how much I like holidays? It’s my favourite time and even more importantly, it brings me closer to the Goddess
The days filled with special interludes blend into one happy week of memories. The walks on the beach and around the coastline are my favourite time, of course. We put on the walking shoes and flip flops and hats a little sunscreen of course. This coastal town has a lot to offer, by golly and the Mistress and her family are indulging the sites like a starving man at a banquet.
Sunday 25 April 2009 and there is a sombre feeling in the town. Family speaks in hushed and respectful tones and move quietly throughout the morning preparation. It is Anzac Day and you can feel the honour and pride floating throughout the air – consideration is given to those who gave their lives so we might live in freedom and peace – what a price? “We shall remember them!”
The week unfolds with lots of chatter and loving familial conversation. This family is so loving and warm – no wonder I chose them to be my adoptive family.
The Mistress is my favourite, of course, she is the one person in the world who can see inside the “real me”. She gives me a voice – and brings my intellectual observations to the world. Where would I be without her – I perish the thought. Now, I’m not the one for being soppy but she is my source of inspiration and the meaning to my existence. Anyhow, that’s enough of the mushy stuff.
Friday is by far the best day of the holiday jaunt. We took off early and packed for a mini adventure. Water bottles, sun screens and cameras – oh nooo – it can’t be happening you guessed it – the rabid flea bag – gruff, grunt, pout!
We took a ferry ride across the bay to Tea Gardens. The pathetic flea bag quivered on top of Mistress’s lap (normally my sacred spot). She’s a right manipulator; you know getting far too much attention for my liking.
I got lumped up into an overhead wire basket and was left there all forgotten and lonely. Hullo, look at this I can see way off into the distance from up here – not so bad after all.
Dolphins swam close to our boat as we rolled and rocked gently across the watery highway. Fishermen lined the shore hopeful that some suicidal creature would latch on. Two majestic sea eagles were the centurions of the bay – perched high above the everglades – offering a regal sign post.
The day was filled with great food, lots of laughter and documented with happy snaps. After we docked back at Nelson Bay it was a quick packing of the car and we were headed back home gain. Exhausted and too tormented from the trip back home I am too tired to recall the trip but you can guarantee I’ll see you again soon for another Green Back Pack adventure.
Your mate,
Greenie
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