Day 2 of the big hitch started with some unusual pickups. First (and most unusual) was the woman who had a tiny wee car and two small kids in it. Most unusual.
And then we (two big strapping lads with orange hair) got picked up by a (good-looking too) woman travelling by herself. Admittedly she was not going very far. And she had the worst Australian accent I have ever heard. But still it was odd.
In Woolgoolga we encountered the first hitcher sink of the trip so far – 4 hours were we stuck there. It was so bad that we wrote a song about it. Pretty simple. The words go:
‘Woo-woo-woo-woolgoolga, we hate you’
Sing it with feeling. And the bland Thai place we had dinner said ‘see you soon’ when we walked out the door. Clearly they have cornered the desparate hitchiker segment of the market.
Still, we did better than the surfer dudes who were stuck in the Big W for 6 1/2 hours. Just when things were at their most desparate (we were considering setting up tent in the park nearby, and expecting to be stuck in the big W until some days after our death), we got a lift all the way to Surfers.
I am writing this in my tent in Yuraygir (sp) National Park (where we have paused for the night). We are engaged in the age-old game of trying to rid the tent of mosquitos and sandflies. The mosquitos are winning. And judging from the number we have killed that have had our blood in them, we will carry the scars of battle with us tomorrow.