The Journey Itself Is Home

At the moment (2.30ish AM) five of us are sitting in the front lounge of the bus.

Here are Damian and Chris:

And here are Ragga and Mark:

Sorry, no photo of Björk. She is already asleep!

I’m sitting in the bus right now; we have just left Jackson, Mississippi.

Some of the group went bowling today, but I wasn’t one of them. I didn’t sleep too well tonight, so I more or less stayed in bed. At one point I was thinking about taking a walk, the view from my hotel window was quite inviting. But then I began to get the feeling that something was wrong with what I was seeing. At first I didn’t get what it was. And then it dawned on me: There was no one on the streets. I did see a couple of cars, that was all.

Jackson on a Saturday is a ghostly place.

I did see someone in the hotel swimming pool though. But that wasn’t enough to drag me out.

Unfortunately I missed the major event of the day: Some of the Wonderbrass, as well as a couple of other women associated with the tour, caused a sensation by getting topless into the pool.

I’m told there were complaints from the more prudish of the hotel clientele.

I wish I had been there!

Damian just told me it is illegal to be topless in the state of Mississippi.

Criminals!