Almost everyone who has ever visited Nimbin as a tourist will regale you with a story of how they were walking down the main street of Nimbin and were approached, and were asked if they wanted to buy some marijuana. It’s almost a badge of honour for some. But looking back on my forty-something years of visiting Nimbin, I can honestly say it’s never happened to me. I probably look far too straight.
Today, I thought I might be approached. I had my camera hanging around my neck, and I was wearing a tourist t-shirt. But no, nothing. That said, I was with a mate, a long-term local, and the only green stuff we were interested in was parsley to add to the pasta. The Emporium was sold out. Outrageous!
Jokes aside, I had a lovely day with friends, visiting them on their farm, and here are some photographs from my visit.