From the Gutter to the Stars (Lightning Ridge Part 3)
pic courtesy of Siding Spring Observatory From the Gutter to the Stars It was just after sunrise when I drove out of Lightning Ridge for last time. The last time ever, hopefully. I've had some dodgy travel experiences in my time. I can't blame Jetstar for all of them, because many are due to my own poor life decisions. I've been arrested for sleeping in my car. I've set my tent ablaze (twice), and even had a dreadlocked guitarist lace my food with LSD. But this was the first time I'd ever been 'shooshed' by an angry Baby Boomer. Let me explain. Australia's shittest town? I've written about Lightning Ridge in another blog post. To recap: in the space of a couple of hours, I was refused service at the local pub, had a run-in with the village idiot, and been unable to find anything that I would call edible. After that ordeal, I set up camp, and got ready for what looked like being a food and alcohol-free evening. There was plenty