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We've been Clived!
To Clive (vb): to render helpless with laughter and good humour. Clive arrived some weeks ago and stayed for some time! And oh how we laughed, from the moment he arrived - we laughed with him, at him, about him, at ourselves - I haven't laughed so much in a LONG time. Clive is hilarious, especially when he goes all Lesley Phillips on you.

And in return, Clive has been Nimbin Rocked - rendered helpless with relaxation upon various Nimbin verandahs (see sketch of view from the Community House verandah above by Clive). He arrived at our place after dark, having been driven up winding mountain roads, and was quite blown away with the night sky, the surrounding forest and the possibility of ticks and leeches!

Photos show Clive, Grant & Tam on a walk up at Mt Nardi, surrounded by tree ferns, palms, epiphytes (ask Piers!) and the occassional carpet python! Clive and I nearly trod on one python curled sleepily in a patch of warm sunlight lying in the middle of the path, before Grant spotted it. Carpet pythons are not generally dangerous to humans, as they are constrictors and their bite is not deadly. However, I wouldn't want one wrapped around my arm!

Further along the track - what is it about the male species that requires the average bloke to go to the very edge of any impossibly high precipice and scare ME to death? Please explain in less than a hundred words!

Clive got on really well with the Martin clan. Len and he typically and fondly describe each other as 'utterly insufferable'; Kay took him walking through the Nimbin Rocks forest to the waterfall, spotting a goanna and a possum with a baby hanging on; and Grant and Clive shared some relaxing times on the CH verandah, chatting and soaking up the view.

After a week or so he cheerfully headed South to Sydney and Melbourne, saying, 'its been great, I've had a wonderful time. I'll be back. How am I going to explain this to people back home?' Life in the Rainbow Region!

And the final picture, well, that was late one night at our place, Pink Martini blaring out and much dancing, drinking and, of course, laughter....