Cape Leveque. WA
Imagine if you will: you're up at 6am all excited about the big trip planned for the day. You booked weeks ago so as to not miss out. You are waiting patiently out the front of the van park as the sun breaks the morning sky. A rusty, dirty, pile of Toyota nuts and bolts clunks to a halt across the road. Apart from the filthy, nondescript 4x4, there is an equally dirty and scruffy looking trailer attached. No one in our party moves: we are expecting a luxury air-conditioned coach. This could not be ours. Eventually a man ambles across to us. he is dressed in nondescript khaki shirt and jeans. He fails to introduce himself and we are obliged to enquire of him if he has really come for us - in that. Crestfallen, we approach the orange box used as a step up into the less than salubrious looking interior. Bent double I follow Judy to a pair of seats and drop into one of them. The driver, still speechless, assumes his place and coaxes the engine into life for what would become a heart...