Day 4 started with the Poets breakfast again. I presented a somewhat caustic piece but funny just the same.

From the poets breakfast it was over to the Quokka dance venue to watch some creole dancing. Hmm you start to get the feeling that you may have been at the festival one day too long when a women in a country style floral print dress, R.M. Williams riding boots and dancing in that half-hop/half-skip cajun style has a strangely erotic look about her.

Not to worry, by 3:30pm we are packed up and trundling sedately down the Hume Highway in a Melbourne direction. Leaving the world of craziness and back to the world of normality, or is it the other way around.