5 march: a sad ewan

it felt like i was on some kind of road trip and i was in perth - with the bright blue sky with no cloud in the sky & a cool breeze in the air...
i remember this scene - a walk by the shore (azure water with sandy beach & lot of other tourists and locals)... i saw this lady coming by with 3 golden retrievers... one of them has a bright red silk scarf tied around its neck... they were happy dogs, i could tell... they were bouncing up and down, skipping along... the owner was this blonde lady, average built, her face looking familiar as i glanced ather, then had to glance again to do a double take... "do i know her?"
she thought so... she said she was yvonne - snowflake's yvonne - but she didn't look like snowflake's yvonne, the face wasn't right... i didn't have time to argue, she was gone in a flash with her dogs...
then another scene: i was back at the resting place, with bunks on each side of the wall in the room... they were 3 levels high... it was like a hostel - and i had a feeling i was crashing out in a shared room with other strangers (it must have been uni times, as i would never do that now adays)...
then i spotted another familiar face - the bottom bunk with little head room, someone looking v sad, curling up in a ball in bed... someone who looked like he hadnd't washed for a week... someone hiding his sorrows under a thick bush of beard - it was ewan! "long way round ewan"! i couldn't believe my eyes... my first instinct was, " i want to get an autograph or photo or something"... but then his sad face reminded me, "gotta leave him alone."
i was about to drift to sleep at my own bunk when i saw him waking up, waking out of the room...