Went for a trip ..south of the border, down..newsouthwales way
Stayed overnight, had tea at a nice pub, woke up early to bugger off for points unknown to go adventuring.
Well..
This little black duck is used to small roads, dirt on occasion, whereby you cant stay on the road if another car or whatever is coming your way..there aint enough room for both of you, the road is that small. You put one side of the car onto the verge, and pray that the other person does the same thing. Easy squeezie.
Now..factor in a Honeybun.
Born and bred in the thriving metropolis of..inner Sydney….leafy glades of the southern suburbs.. Dirt roads a bit rare, ..well, a few years ago, not so. But nowadays, most of the countryside roads are asphalt. Black tar seal, or concrete here and there, etc etc.
This is the very same honeybun who has been raised on a diet of..criminal minds, wolf creek, and that sort of genre. So when the edges of the road start to crowd in, and we go bush to let an oncoming vehicle get past, we do tend to get a tad edgy. The road gets patchy, due I reckon to water damage over the years, and a local council a tad reluctant to spend money too far from the cbd..
Now, the Billisaurus has spent time down the Tasman Peninsula, a few years ago now, mind you, where if you took a side road, there was always a Somebody who knew you were there, and you’d get little heads pop up with ..oh, I dunno, hand held microphones maybe, and the following conversation would take place. Yep, foreigner coming your way. Oh..whoizzit?..dunno, doesnt look official. Any cause for alarm? Dunno yet, naah, not stikky beaking. Reckon the crops ok?..yeahp, past the most hairy spot, not slowing down. Phew. Baker Baker, he passed you yet? Yep, hes fine, seen him at…and my cousins name would get an honourable mention.
So, in little off the track places, bad roads, small roads, flash 4wds do tend to look suspicious hey. Some of them might have..I dunno, a few gardening tools here and there, help to get rid of weeds, that sort of thing. Come to think of it, beatnik type vans chock a block full of hippies also seem a trifle suspicious, except around where we went. Quite the usual sort of thing hey.
And, of course, a running commentary of the cars on the road, all seemed to ..not allay any hitherto unwarranted fears, a la wolf creek. Which featured in the conversation, every time the Billisaurus mentioned a likely looking car, and where their crop is probably situated. U know, barley or wheat, out in the sticks, only a patch here and there worthy of cultivation. That sort of thing. Eventually, even the Billisaurus started to get a tad paranoid, and finally turned around and headed back when we came to the edge of a national park. Nah, didnt want to run the risk of discovering anything untoward, and the mobile phone network and the internet were out of reach. A breakdown would have been unthinkable.
Made it back to civilisation with nothing out of the ordinary happening, thank goodness. We looked the place up on the net at home, and found that the road kept on going through the park, and out the other side…but I don’t think we would attempt it anytime soon.