Time

I have completely lost track of time. I truly don't know what day of the week I'm living. To be more precise, I should say I can't feel it, because if I make the effort (of checking my phone) I easily find out what day it is today. However, it feels so good. After these days at the surf camp, I have come to relax in a way I hadn't in many, many years. I follow a simpler routine of early rises at dawn and bedtimes by 9.30pm, three meals a day, one or two daily surf sessions and little more, which combined with the bliss and tiredness I feel after each surf session, have taken me to something that feels like inner peace. I'm chilled, I hang loose.
Will I stay in this calm place once I live the surf camp? Can't say. Hope not. I'll do some more surfing later this months and maybe later in the trip -want to try surfing on a reef break.
Still two days to go. Going back to Sydney on Wednesday for two days. Afterwards, I travel north to Darwin and the Kakadu National Park (trekking and camping for 4 days). I'll see the outback -lots of it.
Disregard the lyrics, it's the music, its cadence and rhythm (no, I haven't smoked anything, and hardly drunk a beer or two in the evenings): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAshOzRGrBw