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We've been in the country. I'm brown as a berry now because the car broke down between two small towns. Miles and miles of nothing but trees. And very hot, at least 36 degrees it was half past four late in the day. We'd been to see the old relos. Poor Aunty Joyce they put her in a home. They had no choice but she can't accept it. She won't accept it. She held my hand the whole time I was there. Both of my hands, most of the time. Her room smelled like shit.
We were going to go swimming after that, at Wallabah. But the car broke down.
Later in the evening, we strolled by the river. It was a hot evening, everybody was strolling about in the calm of the gloaming. The steeple stood out dark against a blood red sky. Next day, they said the car needed a new engine. We tried to get on the train but there were no seats. We couldn't find a coach company because the post office was closed for the holidays, and nobody was awake at the hotel to use their telephone book. And there's no internet anywhere. So we hitch-hiked all the way to Tamworth. One guy was a farmer, he grows chickpeas and sells them to India. He grows red wheat to feed to sheep and cattle. The sheep and cattle won't eat the weed that grows all by itself by the road, rain or drought. I think we got a touch of heat stroke waiting at Attunga, thumb out for a ride. It was so hot. I felt delirious. We hired a car at Tamworth, for about a million dollars. But it wasn't an ordeal. We didn't even skip a beat.
We were going to go swimming after that, at Wallabah. But the car broke down.
Later in the evening, we strolled by the river. It was a hot evening, everybody was strolling about in the calm of the gloaming. The steeple stood out dark against a blood red sky. Next day, they said the car needed a new engine. We tried to get on the train but there were no seats. We couldn't find a coach company because the post office was closed for the holidays, and nobody was awake at the hotel to use their telephone book. And there's no internet anywhere. So we hitch-hiked all the way to Tamworth. One guy was a farmer, he grows chickpeas and sells them to India. He grows red wheat to feed to sheep and cattle. The sheep and cattle won't eat the weed that grows all by itself by the road, rain or drought. I think we got a touch of heat stroke waiting at Attunga, thumb out for a ride. It was so hot. I felt delirious. We hired a car at Tamworth, for about a million dollars. But it wasn't an ordeal. We didn't even skip a beat.