were awoken by the sound of the catering team shooing away
a Dingo ( a wild Australian dog) that was running around
between our tents. If I remember correctly, this is the
first morning that I've woken up after the sunrise.
We say goodbye to the ghost town of Maytown and head out
on a rocky path when tragedy strikes. The most important
vehicle in the convoy, the catering truck , won't move.
Our mechanic is quick to respond and finds the problem is
its transmission is in neutral. He quickly shows the red-faced
driver how to put the vehicle in gear. But we are happy
that the "malfunction" isn't serious.
At the next rocky step, I find myself behind Itzik Mini,
the 4x4-driving expert's, vehicle. He makes the cross easily
and I try hard to follow his lead. It isn't long before
I find myself being towed across with the help of a WARN
winch. My bruised ego is cured when, once on top, my vehicle
acts as an anchor for towing the remaining vehicles that
couldn't make the climb either.
We continue driving, each vehicle at its own pace, on a
path of trees and gigantic termite nests. It is a unique
and personal experience: 4x4 driving, the Beatles playing
in the background and my vehicle crew and I enjoying deep
discussions on life.
We reach a river to find the catering team welcoming us
with a barbecue lunch. The steaks and hot dogs are a change
from the usual squashed sandwiches we've been eating.
We continue driving and are given a quiz on the salt-water
crocodiles that we will meet tomorrow as part of our Green
Goal ecological donation. And once again, the sunset. This
time we see it over the town of Laura - it has a population
3,000, half of whom are Aborigines. The town is enveloped
in an amazing red hue as the tiger-print convoy drive through.
After three days in the dust, there is a good chance that
we may have showers at tonight's campsite.
: Gerry Avramovich