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Just got back from a trip across the country to see my little brother
Spent a few weeks travelling , with a few memorable incidents .. starting with a guy who looked like he fell asleep at the wheel crossing into my lane heading for me .. I lost as much speed as I could without the guy behind actually hitting me .. while I decided if I went left or right ... I was hitting the horn and flashing my headlights at him hoping he would wake up before I had to dive off the road ... he did . kinda split second before I was about to dive off the road and pray he didnt head for me in his sleep , and just as the guy behind pulled out to pass , he was unaware of why I was braking so hard and just wanted to get around ... .. they almost hit next to me ..
I spent the rest of the time dam well alert and near paranoid on the road , in case the guy coming at me was another stoner been trying to focus too long and needed a power nap while driving ... I actually just now got the shakes from it .. like days after and when the trip is over , weird kinda delayed reaction
I found a guy on the return journey who was broken down , we towed him to the nearest town with facilities to deal with his breakdown ... 800 km away .. his set up was a 4x4 ful of family and trailer full of belongings .. I have a truck with a 1800cc motor ... it was a slow tow , considering especialy we towed him and his crew over 800 kms , from Caiguna in West Aus to Ceduna in South Aus
Spending that time with their family was a lesson for me kinda in just how slim the difference between a minor hiccup on a trip and a dam near major disaster can be ... in the outback , its kinda lonely ... the disances are vast , and no one much prepares to help others ... these guys were at a disadvantage from all kinds of angles .. they are black , broken down , in the mile of nowhere ... poor guy was in all kinds of trouble , from his car deciding to chew belts , to being black and broken down .. sad fact of life is that color counts when youre relying on help from strangers way out in midle of nowhere still . not that anyone helps much thes days anyway ...
while we were in Mildura , we hit a shopping centre for caffine drinks , next days trip ( todays trip ) was going to be the last day of travel , a long one , when we got back to our camp , I went to empty my pockets and noticed my knife was opened in my pocket .. not unusual kinda since we had been on the coast in humid area and now we were inland in a dry environment .. the blade of my opinel was swinging very free , but when I pulled it out of my pocket , there was a strip of skin stuck to the blade ... a finger pad and part of a knuckle bend ... it was a deep cut strip , and it was stuck to my blade with its blood ... odd part is , it wasnt my skin and meat stuck there ... and I had pocketed it after stropping it prior to leaving to go to the shopping centre ... Im kinda laughing here because I seriously think that some pickpocket got more than they bargained for when they went into my pocket , maybe they think twice before doing that again .
dam tho it is good to be home in a chair thats comfortable for once
Spent a few weeks travelling , with a few memorable incidents .. starting with a guy who looked like he fell asleep at the wheel crossing into my lane heading for me .. I lost as much speed as I could without the guy behind actually hitting me .. while I decided if I went left or right ... I was hitting the horn and flashing my headlights at him hoping he would wake up before I had to dive off the road ... he did . kinda split second before I was about to dive off the road and pray he didnt head for me in his sleep , and just as the guy behind pulled out to pass , he was unaware of why I was braking so hard and just wanted to get around ... .. they almost hit next to me ..
I spent the rest of the time dam well alert and near paranoid on the road , in case the guy coming at me was another stoner been trying to focus too long and needed a power nap while driving ... I actually just now got the shakes from it .. like days after and when the trip is over , weird kinda delayed reaction
I found a guy on the return journey who was broken down , we towed him to the nearest town with facilities to deal with his breakdown ... 800 km away .. his set up was a 4x4 ful of family and trailer full of belongings .. I have a truck with a 1800cc motor ... it was a slow tow , considering especialy we towed him and his crew over 800 kms , from Caiguna in West Aus to Ceduna in South Aus
Spending that time with their family was a lesson for me kinda in just how slim the difference between a minor hiccup on a trip and a dam near major disaster can be ... in the outback , its kinda lonely ... the disances are vast , and no one much prepares to help others ... these guys were at a disadvantage from all kinds of angles .. they are black , broken down , in the mile of nowhere ... poor guy was in all kinds of trouble , from his car deciding to chew belts , to being black and broken down .. sad fact of life is that color counts when youre relying on help from strangers way out in midle of nowhere still . not that anyone helps much thes days anyway ...
while we were in Mildura , we hit a shopping centre for caffine drinks , next days trip ( todays trip ) was going to be the last day of travel , a long one , when we got back to our camp , I went to empty my pockets and noticed my knife was opened in my pocket .. not unusual kinda since we had been on the coast in humid area and now we were inland in a dry environment .. the blade of my opinel was swinging very free , but when I pulled it out of my pocket , there was a strip of skin stuck to the blade ... a finger pad and part of a knuckle bend ... it was a deep cut strip , and it was stuck to my blade with its blood ... odd part is , it wasnt my skin and meat stuck there ... and I had pocketed it after stropping it prior to leaving to go to the shopping centre ... Im kinda laughing here because I seriously think that some pickpocket got more than they bargained for when they went into my pocket , maybe they think twice before doing that again .
dam tho it is good to be home in a chair thats comfortable for once