Surfing-with-Whales falls asleep under the tree.
The wind in the branches....whoo, the roar of the ocean....shhrummm.
He dreams about cheese.
In the dream he is in a specialty cheeseshop in Burnie.
He is choosing a cheese.
He chooses green peppercorn cheddar, sharp and crumbly.
But why does the cheese looks familiar?
A vintage mountain bike approaches, pulling a pullalong.
Terence's voice can be heard.
Are we there yet?
Not yet, says Gaius. But nearly.
Will Surfing-with-Whales be there? asks Terence.
He should be, says Gaius.
What's that? asks Terence.
What's what? asks Gaius.
Someone lying under a tree, says Terence. We just went past him.
I was concentrating on the road, says Gaius. Perhaps we should turn back and see.
Yes, says Terence.
Gaius turns around and cycles back to the tree.
It is obvious now that the person is Surfing-with-Whales, sleeping under the tree.
His feet are bare, and he is muttering.
Wake up! says Gaius. You'll be missing your reiki session wih Lauren.
Whaaa..? says Surfing-with-Whales.
Reiki, says Gaius.
Yeah, nah, I've already had it, says Surfing-with-Whales. That's why I stopped here.
Is it better? asks Terence.
Surfing-with-Whales sits up and looks at his cement burn.
It has scabbed nicely.
It worked! says Surfing-with-Whales.
Gaius nods. It may well have. Almost as well as a poultice.
Woo hoo! says Terence. Can we go now?
Yes, says Gaius. It's not far to Burnie.
Yeah, says Surfing-with-Whales, putting his shoes on. Remind me when we get there to buy cheese.
Excellent idea, says Gaius. I too shall buy cheese. It will serve us for dinner, when we stop for the night in a forest.
Cool, says Surfing-with-Whales.
Are we camping? asks Terence.
Yes, says Gaius. We'll make camp after passing through Waratah.
They continue their journey to Burnie.
Where they plan to buy cheese.
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