The T-Team With Mr. B (30)

In the front, Mr. B spread a detailed map over his knees and dashboard.
‘I say, ol’ chap,’ Mr. B cleared his throat, ‘where, exactly are you taking us?’
‘Mount Liebig bore,’ Dad replied.
‘Are you sure we can get there without our trusty guides?’
‘Eventually, we have the map.’
‘But, where’s the road?’

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Out of the Chocolate Box (38)

‘It will be alright; the car will have fuel. I heard that it has two fuel tanks. One for gas and one for petrol.’ I had to believe that what I said was going to be true, or I would be the one going nuts. ‘You have to have a little faith.’
‘Faith? Holly you are so naïve,’ Günter muttered as we trotted down the valley to the car.

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The T-Team with Mr. B (28)

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.

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