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A Year In Nadada: Week Thirty Eight- Snapshots Of The Jungle

A Year In Nadada: Week Thirty Eight- Snapshots Of The Jungle

Our journey through the jungle has settled into the closest you can find to a routine in Nadada. We gig every few days, setting ourself up wherever seems like a good location on board.I’m not sure any of the other crew members know or care by this point. I found our copy our contract the other day, and every line was the word custard again and again. It turns out there isn't the dead buried in the Earth. Only nonsense. 

A Year In Nadada: Week Thirty Seven- Prawn To Be Wild

A Year In Nadada: Week Thirty Seven- Prawn To Be Wild

We continue to creep through the jungle. The Butter Mouse and I have spent the last few days locked in our cabin. She’s moving all the time, and, like everything else in Nadada, this once strange acts blends in my daily routine. We have even added something to our routine where she runs across my shoulders.