Day Forty Nine

Scant, low scrub for as far as the eye can see in every direction, a seemingly deserted artic by the side of the road, seven desperate women and the next long drop not for another 156kms.

Sunday March 21st, 2010. Uncategorized. Leave a comment.

Day Forty Six

8.13am – I’m stuck on a bus with Shakira? Beyonce? Xstina? blaring out. Can I get off yet?

8.37am – someone’s cracked open The Lion King soundtrack, I am not feeling the love this morning

9.04am – termite stacks like gnome yurts as far as the eye can see

12.11pm – have seen a running hare, a Chinese dragon, a squid, Skeletor’s castle and a pig doing that yoga pose that I hate that has something to do with downward dog. Clouds you know

13.41pm – have just seen the shadow of Roland Rat shouting “yeahhhhh” over a mountain. The undersides of the low clouds are red and there are tall columns of red dust twisting up to the sky all over the place. Probably a good thing that Irish Dorothy went back to Coral Bay yesterday

14.43pm – music much better this afternoon: Kate Bush, The Stranglers, Madness and randomly the theme tune to Minder

15.10pm – bush toilet with the Red Army marching South, a bladder the size of Switzerland and a stiff breeze. Nuff said

15.24pm – rain

17.58pm – in Karijini. The scrub on top of each hill and mountain looks like an upside down bobble fringe on a 1970s lampshade

21.25pm – gatecrashers in camp. We were all about to go to bed when a truck load of people arrived with shamrocks painted on their faces and beer. Am listening to the rain in the tent and trying, unsuccessfully, to read Brighton Rock

21.55pm – the rain has stopped but not in time to save my playing cards.

The gatecashers are still in camp jibber jabbering away and treading on beer cans to compress them. And now they have taken to doing bad Father Ted impressions and yowling. I think I may be getting too old for all this

22.19pm – I’m not entirely sure that one of our group is aware of how loudly he’s talking about his hairless body. And now he’s doing a really bad Elvis impression

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