Did you ever meet someone, you just know you have met before, although, you just know you haven't? It's difficult to know where to begin with this one.

I was living in France, in the Pyrenees. It was early days on my fruitarian path, and apart from contacts through the Australian Fruitarian Network, I knew very few trying to do the fruitarian thing.

One day, I got a call from Monkey Jef, of Sumatra Jungle fame. He called me up from Australia, out of the blue, and asked me when I was coming to visit.

I decided to go for it. Why not, I wasn't doing much else.

H (a good friend (only), from Norway), and I, decided to meet up over there, but that's another story - see here

Anyhow.. I flew to Cairns, and about a week later, met up with Jef in the Wynabil valley just outside of Mossman. He tried his best to persuade me to leave for Indonesia with him, but I had only just got to Far North Queensland, and needed to experience the Ozzy tropics more.

Within weeks, Jef had left for Sumatra, his second home where he now spends half his time, but before leaving he had drawn me a mud map to meet up with this Fruitarian friend of his, a girl who was living up near Cape Trib. He told me we really must meet up.

But I was so overwhelmed with everything else around me, that I never found the time, and the mud map returned to it's inevitable mud.

Skip forward a couple of years, and 3 thousand kilometers further south.

I was living at Continental Guest House, in Hepburn Springs, Central Victoria. Wednesday morning was our local conti market, run by Pat, and I did the very unraw thing of supplying the locals with scrumptiously freshly baked potatoes in an optional peanut butter and tomato sauce, together with freshly squozen raw organic carrot juice, self picked at a local organic farm several clicks down the road.

Well, one particular morning, I caught site of this beautiful woman with her basket load of veggies.. Rather, we caught site of each other.

Within a short while, we were sitting next to each other in the sunshine next to the infamous giant green cypress hedge of Conti... Trying to figure out where it was we knew each other from - both equally convinced that we did.

We ran through all the multitudes of places we might possibly have previously bumped into each other.. Nothing Tallied.

Suddenly, Deb (as was her name), was convinced she had it.

She remembered, sitting cross legged naked and preggars (with Talfon) on Cape Trib(ulation) beach (Far North Queensland), and that I walked passed, equally naked, and that she gave me an apple. (For more stories of Deb in the Far North, see Deb and The Cassowary and Deb and The Kangaroo)

This was pretty Bizarre, as I had no recollection of that ever happening, although I was at Cape Trib. On that Beach.. Only.. The timing wasn't right, as when she was pregnant with Talfon, I had not yet even arrived in Australia.

Further discussion, about people we knew in that area though, soon brought up Jef. Monkey Jef of Magic Mushroom, Marijuana, Mary Farm, Maninjau and Music faim. Bless him.

And it suddenly dawned on me, that Deb was the girl that Jef had told me I really had to meet, the fruitarian mud mapped girl.

It was so weird. There we both were 3000 kms away from our close first rendezvous.

I ended up living on her land in her old bus, in a field of cows under the shade of some old coniferous trees. Bless you Deb and Talfon(the Dragon).