This is a photo of my grandfather, David P. Bushnell. If given the task at 9 a.m., he would have funkified Marin before lunch.
The mountains around Cairns were crazy beautiful. Some of the buildings were lovely too, just not these.
This happened every night. And by “this” I mean “being subjected to terrible songs.”
About 6 months, or about 2100 miles. Whichever comes first.
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