Somehow in Brisbane

It's been a weird day or two, people. I am running on about three hours sleep as I write these words in an internet cafe in some backpackers' hotel in Brisbane. But first, BluesFest.

BluesFest may have been the single most amazing music experience of my life. The performers were incredible, the crowds were responsive, and the place was absolutely packed. It was interesting, though, just how muddy the entire venue got by the end of the night. I should have noticed that people in Byron Bay were selling wadding boots and ponchos. I should have known.

The place was bad enough when we first got there, since the rain had been nonstop for the past couple day all up and down the East Coast. The stage that we were at for most of the day, the one with Jason Mraz, Ben Harper, and Xavier Rudd, was thankfully covered and dry. When it came time to leave, we could have been walking through an open floodplane for all we knew.

We made it back to Byron Bay okay, then set up ourselves in the town bus stop. After about seven hours or so, my Greyhound bus had finally come. I allowed myself a couple hours of sleep on the ride over. I think I may have been driven through Surfer's Paradise, and maybe sat next to a couple people from Iowa State, but I can neither confirm nor deny that that was a dream at this point.

I'm now killing some time in Brisbane. I have no idea what this city offers, what to look for or what to avoid, but hey, it's a learning experience. I'm also starting my freakout phase early for the flight later tonight. God how I hate freaking out for absolutely no reason.

Talk to you in Cairnes.