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Author Archives: Marcus
Day Twenty-Four: Harder Than It Needed To Be.
After a freezing night camped at a non-descript roadside rest area, somewhere between Erldunda and Yulara, we had a leisurely lie in this morning, awaking to find that we and a sole whizz banger were the only occupants left. By … Continue reading
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Day Twenty-Three: West, South, West.
Argh, whose idea was it to get up at 7:00Am in the bloody morning? Oh, that’s right, it was mine. I was having serious second thoughts as my eyes slowly creaked open at the first sounding of the hideous notes … Continue reading
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Just A Tease
Don’t worry folks. We’re still alive and kicking, just removed from all things technological for the past week. As I write this we’re just passing through the big smoke that is Alice Springs. I am planning to have a series … Continue reading
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Day Twenty-Two: Where’s The Tropics Gone.
We woke up to a luxurious warmth this morning, owing solely to the fact that the generator had run all night and thus the power had also remained on for the entire evening. This was due to an issue with … Continue reading
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Day Twenty-One: Face Up To It, You’re Dirty.
Following a ghastly night of little sleep, as Bethany kept us fretfully awake for much of the night, with her besieged efforts to settle her harried breathing, the tolling of the alarm sounded the death knell to our scant few … Continue reading
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