4 wheel drive. Sandy, unforgiving, and impenetrable vegitation.
Golden hills, pristine coast, ancient trees, stunning (wait until you
see the photos) sunsets, geographically isolated evolved marsupials (Beth doesn't believe these words go together, but I do. Proof: kangaroos store their young in a pouch.).
The campervan battery lost its charge due to operator error. Shunning the avaiability our 'no worries' roadside assistance package, Dave stepped in to rescue us. With his bare hands, a common table knife, and a handle from a metal table, he nearly did it. The 4wd turned
over, grrttr grrrrr grrrrrrrrrrr, but it was too much: the sparks, the vaporized edge of the table knife, the heat, and a table knife imprint blister on his left hand and he let go. Ouch, he cried.
The nurse leapt into action. Within seconds she applied the cold pot of last night's risotto which was in our fridge. Then, she calmy walked 50m to the corner market between the coffee shop and the seafood restaurant and charmed the young clerk into helping us with his jumper cables.
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