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Flying Tarts posted Thursday, September 02, 2004
The next leg of my trip was with 2 young English blokes in a twenty your old 4x4. Much more interesting then truckers but cost almost as much as a grayhound coach the way she sucked down fuel. At a $1.30 per liter I wish I hadn't offered to share petrol costs in exchange for a 1100 Km ride. I was hoping to reach Darwin that evening, instead after about 700km's the truck began to give us serious problems, overheating and leaving all of it's oil on the traveled road behind us. Spending an extra day on the road, I was able to convince them to visit one of many National parks, they drove past.
Now in Darwin, proud that I made it as far west as I did, decided to making it my last city to visit in Australia, I think. I've been looking for work and an apartment to spend a few more month here. I had a trial run at a nightclub the other night as a bouncer. OK, not really. More like something they call a 'glassy'. Restocking fridges, cleaning up ashtrays, empty glasses, bottles and the meals they had before they decided to drink so much. Things went well, my next shift is 10:30pm - 4:30am, ouch.
"Dreams are like blood, without them we simply cannot survive"
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