A Pinch and a Punch
Trip Start
Feb 13, 2011
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Trip End
Mar 02, 2011
Sleeping on and off, the wind howled all night and the tent was continually sandblasted, but we were warm and secure in our beaut little tent that has withstood weather extremes this trip.
Pow – Kazam [with illustrations like a comic book].
Seeing I can't actually "pinch and punch" you both for the first of the month you have to live with my weak interpretation for 01.03.11.
214922 as we head off on our planned second last day of this particular journey, with the border a short 140 kilometres away. We surrendered our clove of garlic and two field mushrooms at the border and froze our butts off in Eucla filling up where it cost 175.9 cents per litre which was cheaper by 11 cents/litre at Border Village. Cully got lucky too because the chap at the roadhouse wanted to share his good Karma and not charge $5.50 for the bag of ice. With tummies grumbling I turned back the clock 2.5 hours and Cully pulled up facing east due to the gusty Antarctic ice storm; with is fair to say is a little bending of the truth. We made breakfast and I boiled eggs for my famous curried egg sandwiches. The Captain spotted some wild brumbies on the vast plain of the Nullarbor and stopped so his co-pilot could photograph some of that whacky tree art that I mentioned on the trip over. Hanging from the dead tree was Tigger, the Easter Bunny, several of Santa’s reindeer and a bunch of other stuffed dudes. Every few kilometres there are these un-commissioned pieces of “works” of various themes and obvious interpretations.
By the way, the sandwiches were exceptional, about 50 km east of Balladonia at about 1.20 pm.
Page 10 [final page, I promise]
Mundrabilla 175.0 and Norseman 153.9 but we are planning our next fuel stop in Coolgardie tomorrow morning. Its been grey skies and rain all the way to Norseman and at 3.35 pm we can feel the heat and need sunnies on for the flickering light between the salmon gums as we whiz by. Many are dead – 20km or so north due to the extensive looking effects of bush fire.
[739 km left to get to Mandurah].
My trip across three states of Australia hasn’t ended as yet but I figure I need to end this letter, fold it up and probably force it into an envelope and get it to my mates at Aussie Post soon, otherwise you will be seeing me before the mailman arrives with it!
Thanks for making the journey with Cully and I. You’ve been great company and amusement for me as the dribble just flows down onto the paper. In some ways I might be a bit of a chip off the ole block, but nowhere as near an eloquent or neat writer as my dear Dad.
[916 km travelled today].
I hope you both get well soon, so you are up to seeing all my blogs and photos, not just of this trip, but of Tanzania and France too.
Love you both, lots and lots and look forward to seeing you both later on this week.
Your youngest child … Elizabeth xoxox
Pow – Kazam [with illustrations like a comic book].
Seeing I can't actually "pinch and punch" you both for the first of the month you have to live with my weak interpretation for 01.03.11.
214922 as we head off on our planned second last day of this particular journey, with the border a short 140 kilometres away. We surrendered our clove of garlic and two field mushrooms at the border and froze our butts off in Eucla filling up where it cost 175.9 cents per litre which was cheaper by 11 cents/litre at Border Village. Cully got lucky too because the chap at the roadhouse wanted to share his good Karma and not charge $5.50 for the bag of ice. With tummies grumbling I turned back the clock 2.5 hours and Cully pulled up facing east due to the gusty Antarctic ice storm; with is fair to say is a little bending of the truth. We made breakfast and I boiled eggs for my famous curried egg sandwiches. The Captain spotted some wild brumbies on the vast plain of the Nullarbor and stopped so his co-pilot could photograph some of that whacky tree art that I mentioned on the trip over. Hanging from the dead tree was Tigger, the Easter Bunny, several of Santa’s reindeer and a bunch of other stuffed dudes. Every few kilometres there are these un-commissioned pieces of “works” of various themes and obvious interpretations.
By the way, the sandwiches were exceptional, about 50 km east of Balladonia at about 1.20 pm.
Page 10 [final page, I promise]
Mundrabilla 175.0 and Norseman 153.9 but we are planning our next fuel stop in Coolgardie tomorrow morning. Its been grey skies and rain all the way to Norseman and at 3.35 pm we can feel the heat and need sunnies on for the flickering light between the salmon gums as we whiz by. Many are dead – 20km or so north due to the extensive looking effects of bush fire.
[739 km left to get to Mandurah].
My trip across three states of Australia hasn’t ended as yet but I figure I need to end this letter, fold it up and probably force it into an envelope and get it to my mates at Aussie Post soon, otherwise you will be seeing me before the mailman arrives with it!
Thanks for making the journey with Cully and I. You’ve been great company and amusement for me as the dribble just flows down onto the paper. In some ways I might be a bit of a chip off the ole block, but nowhere as near an eloquent or neat writer as my dear Dad.
[916 km travelled today].
I hope you both get well soon, so you are up to seeing all my blogs and photos, not just of this trip, but of Tanzania and France too.
Love you both, lots and lots and look forward to seeing you both later on this week.
Your youngest child … Elizabeth xoxox


