I recently returned from three weeks off the grid. Four days of it was spent sharing a tent with my special someone at a didgeridoo festival deep in the Oregon woods.
We woke up to the sounds of this babbling brook running past our tent - and to didgeridoos and drums. We fell asleep to same.
More cool didge guys, trying out sticks. On the second-to-last day of the festival, I went on record as resolving not to buy a new stick.