We, or rather I, had our moments. There was a family coming back from the walk, Mum and Dad and four girls ranging from about 18 months to 5 or six. One of the girls was in a backpack on dad's back and the others were walking. All the girls had red faces, the one in the backpack had white blonde hair and was crying.
None of the girls were happy so the mum gave them a chocolate biscuit each. I asked her did she have vomit bags and she asked why. Because they've probably heading for sunstroke I said, none of them were wearing hats but Daddy had one.
Then I got landed with a bloke and his long suffering wife telling me we didn't need a 19'6" double axle van because there's only two of us and we probably didn't have it set up right. Then he started preaching. Lovely I thought, I did think about telling him we're Christians and don't need his thoughts but I'm far too polite for that.
The scenery is quite spectacular but the drive along a 26km corrugated road is a pain. Bits of the inside dropped off onto the floor near Steve's feet but you know what he's like, it'll be right he says, its probably a nut off the fuse box. No doubt we'll find out when going down a steep hill it's something to do with the steering and we'll end up smashing into something.
