I wandered off by myself to squander those few precious relics of dried fruit and savour their shrivelled sugary taste. But the meagre morsels were not enough to satisfy my hunger and I cried.
We struck a deal, I’d wash and they’d wipe. Fair enough. Sort of. They reasoned that I’d have to clean up my mess of chocolate cake. No mention of Dad’s Indonesian Rice splatters. But then, who was I to complain?Read more "Storm in a Chicken Coop"
‘Slow down! Slow down!’ Dad screeched, his foot pumping the imaginary brake.
‘Yeah, okay, okay!’ I pressed my foot on the clutch and forced the gears down. Crunch!
‘No!’ Dad lurched for the gear stick. ‘Not like that! You have to double-de-clutch.’
After weeks without a proper wash (the centipede-infested one at Kata Tjuta didn’t count), we stank. As he showered, family friend, TR told one bloke waiting for him to finish, that he had not showered for one-and-a-half weeks. The man left the block without showering.Read more "Don’t Mind the Neighbours…"
Ker-chunk! Ker-chunk! C1 eased the Rover to a shuddering stop.
I looked at the odometer. We’d travelled 180km from Alice Springs. ‘Oh, no! And we’ve only just left.’ I opened the door and dropped from the Rover.
Richard edged his way out and then paced around the vehicle. He bent down to inspect a back tyre. ‘We have a puncture.’
Dad stopped the Rover and then stepped out. ‘I think I saw something.’
MB leaned over the edge of the roof. ‘What’s he doing?’
I shrugged. ‘Beat’s me.’
Dad trundled down the patchy road.
My older cousin (C1) jumped down from the roof rack. ‘Oh, he’s got something in his hands.’
There alphorns, and cow-bell-ringers, and the stunning green hills and blue mountains of the Santis greeted us.Read more "K-Team in Switzerland 2014"