With civil wars and economic depressions raging across the planet it was a joy to head out of the hustle of Sydney up to the town of Nimbin for their Mardi Grass ganjha protest rally and festival where peace, love and getting high were the ruling ethos. Never mind that, for a city boy like myself, going into the wilds of the Aussie countryside can be like a “Wake In Fright” movie: road kill, drunken buggery, kangaroo-shooting, beer swilling mate-ship will wear you down mighty fast if you’ve not got your wits about you.
P.S. I just read in the Yellow Press that a young man, dying with bowel cancer in the country town of Tamworth is being given marijuana therapy by his very straight parents as it relieves his pain, nausea and lack of appetite, giving him a new lease on life. This action is supported by the town's sympathetic top cop and a petition has 26000 signatures to legalize pot for medicinal use, so maybe there's hope on the horizon that such rational and humane legislation may come about here in the penal land of Auz.