Travel one day, return another

I always thought I would like to live in the 70's. Bright flowery patterns covering every surface and those mullets and flares that everyone seemed to sport. It seemed like the time when rebellion for freedom really took flight. The time when you spent weekends doing protest marches and holding your cigarette (not necesarily tobacco) high in the air. And that was kind of Hanmer. Not just because of the mismatched wallpaper and schizophrenic antique furniture. But because we were free. Literally. We were encompassed by wide expanses of land, miles from our home and homework free. It was all playing cards and hot pools (again, other worldly). And it was eating. Savouring fish'n'chips and pies. Walking the quaint streets and scaring the locals. Creating noise amidst the tranquility of silence. But we're students. What else are we supposed to do? Drink? Check. Oh yeah, study.