I haven't been proper out since March, on account of the happenings and work has been busting my epididymides, but a few days ago I went on a long lonely roadtrip through remote NSW. It's a wonderful story but this isn't my blog. I almost ran out of gas as the sun was going down and hadn't even seen a homestead, nevermind another human bean, in a couple hours. No mobile or wifi, no satnav (although I'm getting one now), so I had to really just bear through it. At one point I pulled over to have a few bites of PBJ, a smoke, and to pee in the middle of the road, and calculated that I didn't have enough gas left to go back, so on I went.
I was great guys, thick bush, savannah, plains, flooded river crossings, steep as fuck mountain passes, wombats and herds of loose sheep blocking the road, and so forth. Saw some cool shit and passed through long dead mining towns that are clearly inhabited only by ghosts.
I was prepared to spend the night if I had to but I got to Bathurst at dusk.
