The outskirts of town, we rolled through unruly grass and bushes, approaching a decrepit wooden structure. Surrounding this were wild, thorny bushes. Inside the dark cavity, the floorboards were uneven and severely slanted. A dank smell settled in the air, cobwebs in various corners, a small verandah on the brink of collapse, a measly excuse for a kitchen and I’m sure the water that came from the taps was rusty. There were a couple of electricity points. One with a kettle plugged in for boiling water. This came in handy for filling up the tin-bucket shower. Another was hooked up to our Sony stereo system. The only toilet on premises was a cold box in the bushes, which also housed the spider and bug tenants.
We celebrated this dusty nook with a noticeable glimmer in our eyes. I attempted sleep in a small room, surrounded by walls of books, VHS tapes and unidentified piles of dusty hangover material.