Welcome back stackers!

This looks like the final instalment to The Fugu Saga. So here we go! Before leaving Frankston I got served by one of the nicest petrol station attendants ever. I wish I got a photo or his name his vibe was great. Russell and I were back on the road again. When I first got Russell I was living out of my van so he didn’t know any different but after living in a house for a few months now I can tell he was over the van life and I still want to get out of Apollo Bay so after the van is gone better start looking for some where for us to live. I have a few places in mind but rent is a killer at the moment.

We made it safely to Port Melbourne I was chatting to Luke again on the phone when I parked I forgot I was parking in a permit zone if I parked on the other side of the road it would have been fine but I didn’t. When the chat ended I made a card for my uncle Robin. He is currently going through a lot I won’t go into the details at this current time. I just did a little ninja drop off of a card wishing him well. Now I should have gone back to the van but foolishly took Russell for another huge walk no photos this time though sorry my phone had died.

When I returned to my car I was greeted by some nice graffiti on my windshield. It said something like READ THE SIGNS, THIS IS A PERMIT ZONE, YOU ARE A DICKHEAD. I tried taking a photograph but you can barely see it.

I tried wiping it off and it was annoying as hell to get off. There is still some on there now as I type this.

Then someone with a permit came and parked next and start abusing the shit out of me. “What the fuck are you doing? This is a fucking permit zone. Read the fucking signs.” Are some of the lovely word coming out of her pie hole.

I tried asking if it was her that graffitied my car. That did not go down well. “I just fucking got here. How fucking dare you fucking accuse me. Are you a fucking idiot. I just fucking got here.” I tried talking to her as well but she wouldn’t have it. I said “I’m having a tough time and explained about my uncle.”

She just would not stuff pretty much chucking abuse my may. It was interesting I could leave my PTSD stirring and then bam nothing just completely calm. I could see nothing I said was going to get this lady to stop being crazy. Perhaps she was scared of me because she would just not stop. I moved my van to the other side where it is legal to park and she still kept harassing me.

Why the fuck would you park on that side. You aren’t fucking welcome here. You need to fucking leave. Again I tried talking to her and I said I’m driving with graffiti on the front of my car I want to see where I am going.

I could get nothing from this woman she just starts up again. “I don’t believe your bullshit about your uncle. Blah blah blah blah. So I just left while she was still carrying on and then she either started filming me or taking my photo. Anyway I won’t go don’t that street again. An Alchemist never goes where he is not welcome. Which is a shame for her because everyone knows an Alchemist is someone that changes things for the better.

So Mr. Honey was now headed for Geelong he wasn’t sure if he would stay in Geelong or go the whole way back to Apollo Bay. A lot of driving was done that day. In Geelong I wrote another letter for some great friends almost like his spiritual family. They had a spot for me to park but the tenant complained once so I also don’t feel welcome there so it was another ninja drop off with less drama this time and then off to Apollo Bay. I saw a fox on the way and that means trickery is a foot also heavy fog and rain made my journey difficult also it didn’t help that I was running low on fuel.

I decided to it to risk going the whole way because it’s a pain to get my van started again when it’s completely dry so I pulled into another spot for the night. It was now 3am and I had been up for 23 hours. I woke up at 6am and wrote out my part 1 and then part 2. Dad came with a Jerry can of petrol. I am grateful for him but also frustrated at the same time but that too is a story for another time. I am now back in Apollo Bay ready to get my Van sold and move on to the next chapter. I believe I shall make a video for my instagram so more of the people I know are aware of my situation and that is the conclusion of The Fugu Saga.