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.