After experiencing the wonders of the Dr-Suess-like Pineapple House, I didn’t know that there were other treasures waiting just around the corner. Upon hearing that we didn’t have a destination for the evening, Clinton offered the Babapapa House to us.

The Babapapa House sits vacant near the road at the base of Clinton’s communal land. It was the original share-house, built and occupied by the five owners of the property, and all five are very artistic people and contributed to the design and construction of this fabulous place.

Babapapa House, April 2011
Unpresupposing in the trees, the Babapapa House hides a wonderland of creativity.

Babapapa House, April 2011
Around the doorposts, paintings and mosaics hint at the creativity that lies inside.

Inside, Clinton’s distinctive construction style is on display. Many little mosaics are embedded in the walls that are painted random colours.

Babapapa House, April 2011
The inside is a riot of colour and creative construction.

Babapapa House, April 2011
Johnny told us that five people originally lived here, and they all invested in the creation of this beautiful house.

The girls quickly discovered an upstairs bedroom while it took David and me another day to find the upstairs office which is accessible only by a ladder.

Babapapa House, April 2011
A series of steep steps lead to a top-floor bedroom.

Babapapa House, April 2011
The girls loved playing in this colourful room and spent a couple nights sleeping up here.

Babapapa House, April 2011
A large bird decorates one wall in the upstairs room. (Who thinks of these things, and why do we normally live in such stale accommodation when a fun house is so beautiful?)

One large ceiling space is completely covered by a collage of magazine pictures. Everywhere you look, there are oddities decorating the house. It’s fun to enter and explore.

Babapapa House, April 2011
The kitchen counter provides the shape for a man, and the ceiling is completely covered with a collage of magazine clippings.

Babapapa House, April 2011
In the bathroom, more mosaics decorate the rendered walls and plants grow in the faces that protrude up high.

Babapapa House, April 2011
Each corner of the house is magnificent.

Babapapa House, April 2011
A wall of glass bottles and mosaic conceal the outside bathroom.

Babapapa House, April 2011
It's beautiful but strange. The composting toilet is at waist-height — like the hand basin. I didn't try to mount the table to use it.

Babapapa House, April 2011
Carefully formed cement steps lead to the little creek that flows around the house.

Babapapa House, April 2011
The outside of the house is very reminiscent of Clinton's construction style. He lived here and worked on this one first before moving up to his Pineapple House.

We spent two nights in this unique house. Without electricity or running water, we burned candles and fetched water from the neighbouring creek.

Eating at the Babapapa House, April 2011
We all enjoyed homemade pumpkin and potato soup from the vegies we harvested with the Downers over the weekend.

It has been a good time of collecting ourselves as a family. The girls return to their happy norm of playing together as David and I rest from our recent social outings.

We’re blessed to be able to effortlessly alternate between visiting people and camping in the wild. One extreme would be hard to take, and a balance reinforces the longevity of our chosen gypsy lifestyle!