Transfers Epilogue

It's an uncertain departure from Beth's place as she sends us to Traralgon Railway Station. We dont know where we're going, how, nor when. This is only an idea, we're in pursuit of an idea called ConFest. Farewells are in order and it's a three hour train ride to Melbourne, where we dither for an hour looking for food and internet. We catch the train to Bendigo, and thats another two hour train ride, a bus to Swan Hill, thats another three hours on the bus. Things come to a head in Swan Hill where we have nothing to take us further. We spot a Federal Hotel and walk a little bit towards it, crossing the border between VIC and NSW. We try hitching a ride from there and Maggie is unanimously nominated the thumber. We discuss how long we will be there and how best to keep up our kefe. but before any keeping up needs to be done, a trucker named gavin pulls his monster truck up alongside the road. we load up and are on our way to moulamein on TANK12. Gavin is a quote-unquote old-style man. He goes out of his way and sends us to the gate of ConFest 10kms out of Moulamein. At the gate we see our first naked old man and get a ride into the campsite on the back of someone's truck. maggie and i spend a little while picking a campsite and we cannot agree. i go along with her astute feminine senses, setting up camp under the old gum trees' branches. but she may be right yet...