We sleep everywhere.

At first it was bush camps; sometimes on red dirt soft and smooth, others on hard and rocky ground. Occasionally the earth was littered by crystals or prickles with five points of razor sharp prongs. Then we slept by a uranium deposit(sickness country). We camped at a reservoir and in gardens of wild flowers. Droning mine sites gave way to bird nirvanas and we woke to their happy songs. As we first came out of the desert, we camped in the backyard of an Aboriginal elder over the road from the refugees million dollar prison. There were still many bush camps to go. The bush changed to woodlands and on one occasion it was a B.M.X. track. At Kalgoorlie we slept next to a train station and then with the  cyclone we slept in the cultural centre centre surrounded Aboriginal paintings; ironically, I slept on a exercise walking machine. We camped at a children's playground, a trotting track, in a stadium and last night we slept at a church with a loud party next door. We are getting accustomed to the city.