DAY 10 - Crazy times at Uncle Robert's

Ever since hearing about it we planned to go to ‘Uncle Robert’s’ on Wednesday, which was described to us as a little bar/live music/food venue, so that was the plan for the evening. The day was spent with the usual chores, Sarah got insanely bitten again by a mysterious insect (and then told that it must be because of her bad karma) and I, after doing copious amounts of washing up for Judy, was assigned to make a ‘For Sale’ sign for their truck which was quite a welcome task. Finally we were done and headed out to hitchhike to the place, which took some time again but we were picked up by a Czech guy covered in sawdust who dropped us about halfway and then by a young German guy called Marco also going to the event. Uncle Roberts turned out to be a big place with several bars and food stands, a stage and dance floor and a big market area with people selling jewellery, tie-dyed T-shirts, aromatherapy oils and the like.

To our slight surprise, the average age of the crowd there was quite high and the amount of old men with mad beards was crazy.

I gave up drawing them after a while, there were just too many.

 After discovering the bar’s lack of cider, we went over to a small corner shop and bought some and then just sat around enjoying the music for a while.

More old men with beards.

We got talking to various people, one of them an old man (with a beard) selling aromatherapy who sprayed both of us in the face with a spray-bottle labelled ‘LOVE’, a guy called either Tony or Toby and a corpulent Hawaiian surfer called Skye who turned out to be quite a main character in the evenings events. The dance floor was populated for a long time only by this woman:

But after it got a bit busier we joined everyone dancing for a while. Shortly after that point a very tall lanky guy with some sort of cloth over his head approached me and began rambling about the deep connection he felt with me and other kinds of spiritual mumblings. By this point we were up for going home and luckily Skye (who’d promised us a ride back) was to be found close-by. I was talking to him for a bit when Sarah was suddenly on a mat on the floor being taught meditation by the spiritual guy (whose name was ‘Satori’ or something) who seemed to feel a deeper connection with her now. It took a while to get everyone going but finally we were in Skye’s car (Satori included), thinking we were on the way home. How wrong we were. After asking whether we’d mind ‘a little detour’ we suddenly found ourselves in the middle of the desert at a little hut and Skye setting up a camp fire. We spent a good long while there getting creeped out by our respective guys, but finally Skye agreed to ACTUALLY take us home. Wrong again. After driving over the bumpy roads like an absolute madman and dropping off Satori at his place he suddeny pulled into a gate that was definitely not ours, and, sure enough, turned out to be his own. Despite him trying his best to appear hospitable and impress us with his ‘sound system’ and guest bedroom, we were quite determined to go home now and after a long time of persuasion, he FINALLY agreed and at last we got home safe, quite hysterically laughing at or evening and finally being able to fall asleep in our own beds.