Hitchin' Bitches

Phew! Camp Betty is over and I am one bruised, bitten, bedraggled, blissed-out Zoo. Will tell you all about it in fits and starts I imagine, but will at least try to begin at the beginning.

8 persons in a van heading along the Deadly Hume from Sydney to Melbourne. All dressed along the loose theme of 'something you'd find hitching along the side of the highway': one Thumbalina teenage runaway with a stick and bandanna full of her belongings (NatInTheHat, complete with a 'Nevaland Or Bust' sign) , two dodgy serial killer types with big black mos and beards and scary hair (one with fake teeth and a bloody spanner in her/his pocket), one sort of sideshow spruiker escapee with top hat, rubber chicken in mouth and sign reading 'The Carnival Is Over' (guess who), a street hooker with a see-through red negligee, g- string and 'End Of The Line' sign, a spectacular spiderman and two random trashy babes who looked like they might have just got kicked off some messy band's tour bus. We travelled along, singing songs and palying word-games and telling stories of our first girl-on-girl (or thereabouts) action and stopping at the side of the road to pee and take tons of photos of us pretending to hitchhike oustide the turnoff to the Dog On The TuckerBox at Gundagai. It was all very much fun, and put me in the right frame of mind to begin Betty!