Scenic Route. Sounds nice doesn't it? Well
it's not. Not when when the scenic route isn't so much a route but rather a
myth uttered flippantly by a 'help' desk assistant at the tourist information
centre who didn't think to ask what type of vehicle we were driving, as if the
no shoes, long hair and English accent wasn't a big enough clue that we weren’t
in your standard Sunday touring, ******* hatchback! So you end up clung to the
side of a mountain holding your breath because A) the suspense and fear is
simply too much for your body to remember even the most menial of tasks, and B)
if you were to breath you'd probably choke
instantaneously on the fumes from your breaks and clutch!
We finally made it down from the mountain
in a ball smoke terrified we were on fire! We were not, the breaks however were
smouldering. We let Vanny rest for a while after her ordeal and sought some
council on such mechanical matters (Thank you Ted who gets an early awakening
with our woes). Three hours late out of Nimbin we don't make it far that eve,
opting for a lay-by on the side of the highway. It's no showground but there's
other people camping out so we're not alone and we're in good stead for the
morning. Well, we didn't feel like a spliff when we got into Nimbin but we
wouldn't say no to one after getting out of the place!
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