Jesse Rivest's Blog

I was feeling down yesterday until I met Jon and arranged to drive west accross the Nullabor. That really cheered me up! Then, back at the hostel (called "My Place" in Adelaide), I broke out the guitar and played literally for 3 to 4 hours without repeating a song (I doodled here and there, though)! We all sat out on the balcony and I just played. It was great! It's often difficult to find a good spot to practice when you are hostelling... so you just gotta perform (even though it is really practicing) in front of whoever is in-the-way. Anyways, met lots of people while and after playing!

My dorm was full of Irish blokes and gals so guess what happened last night? Yes, you guessed it, we had lots of fun! That's the drunkest I've been since coming here! I love the Irish. When you are travelling and you want to be social... look for Irish folks! We all fell asleep listening to John Butler and woke up and had breakie, too! The funny thing about travelling is how quickly every one becomes friends and how quickly everyone goes seperate ways. It's all about "traveller" friendships. Naturally I miss my long term friendships, and I sure miss Crazy French Girl :)

Many pubs in Australia are REAL Public Houses, with fireplaces and usually different rooms, like a common/living room, the bar room, and usually bedrooms upstairs for travellers of the old days. I love it! The buildings are very old here which is super cool.

Also, the weather sucks in Melbourne and rocks in Adelaide. I am not really in a position to make such a generalization, but I have spoken and it is true. It is almost winter here and I might sunburn this morning if I am not careful. So today I am going to buy some sunblock and a sleeping bag for new adventure which starts tomorrow morning!!!

By the way, Erin and Rebecca: I have kept my beard just for you and I look... not bad! I can't grow on my right cheek, center, though. But who fucking cares? Not me. You know what feels good? Salt water dripping from your bearded face as you pull yourself from the last wave that kicked your ass off your surfboard. I am living.