As I negotiated the now lime green corridors on the Sister Ship, I met a willowy young mother, Monica and her two-year-old son. Her boy was so cute with Mediterranean features, olive complexion, wide brown eyes and a tumble of dark curls. Dr Mario’s, Minna had told me. Poor Liesel, the blonde, I mean, Monica, had won that battle.
We continued our trek to Talipata Gorge where we planned to camp for a couple of days. On the way our two guides sat on the bonnet of the Land Rover and picked out the ancient track amongst the desert bushes and erosion.
One of our guides, H rapped his hand on the bonnet.
‘O-oh,’ Dad murmured, then eased the Rover to a stop.
Captain Fahrer and Holly hiked. Fahrer argued. Holly pushed his buttons. This hike across the Pilgrim Planet mountains was becoming more dangerous than navigating a drive through the Furka Pass in Switzerland…Read more "Out of the Chocolate Box (37)"
At Haasts Bluff station we filled up with petrol, water, and supplies to last us in this virgin land. We were going where not many people, except the Indigenous, had gone before. Upon entering the land belonging to these people; there would be no shops, no houses, and no roads. To salute our departure from civilisation, we bought something to eat and drink. I ate a meat pie.Read more "The T-Team with Mr. B (28)"
‘Oh, this is wonderful!’ I gasped for the tenth time, then burst into song: ‘The hills are alive with the sound of music…’
‘Would you be quiet!’ Günter stormed off and raced ahead.
I hit the sand, head first, then picked myself up and dusted the fine grains from my visor.
Günter leaned against the wall of the cave and gazed out at the light shining through the entrance. ‘You your time took.’
I strode up to Dad. ‘We need to swim, now!’
‘All good things come to those who wait,’ Dad replied. ‘I reckon it’s just around the next corner.’
No, Boris activity has escalated in the Centre over the past six months.’ Delaney chewed her gum faster. ‘What he’s been doing with the Indig has concerned us, hasn’t it, Hooper.’
‘We’ve reported it,’ Hooper said.
‘But no one on Earth is listening.’