to go into the bush, the car becomes splattered with mud , walking around barefoot and actually feeling the earth. psychedelic trance music convincing you to stomp out all your worries, let the music take you away, do what it tells you to do. the perfection of mornings first light, the weird and wonderful hippies that you meet, fresh water streams , thistles next to the car, not packing enough blankets and spending all your petrol money on acid. how could you not love a doof?
