The Commune.
Nymboida - 9th March 2009
376 Glens Creek Road, Home sweet home.
I found John Butler! Two of them! This place is actually ridiculous, I didn’t think people still lived like this, the houses are entirely self-built with solar panels, rainwater coming out of the taps and the toilets are glorified holes in the ground. Dreadlocks are standard, and the kids have such hippie stereotype names: Ochre and Spiral. Sake.
Ochre, Spiral and Kaya
It’s a proper hippie commune, dreadlocks are standard, they thank Mother Earth for the food on the dinnertable. When I arrived, and was told that there was no internet or mobile phone coverage, I wanted to cry. I didn’t know what the fuck I was getting myself into. I completely took my mobile phone for granted in Byron. Being completely cut off from the outside world is a bit frightening. The nearest town (and shop) is 50km away. Gareth, who picked me up from the bus stop, is the kid’s dad. He has long platinum dreadlocks and is very soft spoken, almost to a whisper. The language here is so funny,i asked Gareth if he got on well with Tibo, the new boyfriend of Kaya, the mother of his kids, and instead of saying something like ‘Yeah, I guess he’s a cool bloke’, he looked me dead in the eye and said, ‘He is a beautiful person’. Kaya doesn’t shave her armpit hair. Buzz.
Gareth
Tibo
