
Leaving Bundaberg for good...
Ahhh... although Bundy was hell for its early mornings, crappy money and feeling dirty ALL the time... I would not trade those months for...
I'm going where the sun keeps shining, through the pouring rain.
Going where the weather suits my clothes.
Banking off of the northeast winds, sailing on a summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.
Henry Nilsson