Driving
Back in 2002, I went travelling to Australia with 3 of my friends. As there were four of us, we pooled our money and bought a car, with a view to driving our whole trip. Our first stop would be Ayers Rock (or Uluru, as the local aborigines would prefer you call it). We were on a tight schedule, as we had to get up there from Adelaide, then back down to Melbourne to meet another friend who was arriving in five days time.

So after a short first day, we drove... and drove and drove and drove. Then drove a bit more, aiming to hit Ayers Rock for sunrise. I was pulling the very early shift, must've been about 2am...

Lots of music had soundtracked our journey so far, through our crappy car stereo with one working speaker; Aerosmith, Faith No More, Sheryl Crow (?), Shakira (?!) and whatever other pikey tapes we'd picked up in our previous stopover in Bali. But there's nothing that can quite freak you out more at 2 in the morning – while it's pitch black outside, all your friends are asleep, you're dodging suicidal kangaroos and hallucinating giant walls on each side of the road – than Jim Morrison singing in a tinny voice on your left...



'This is the end'.

I had to wake someone up after that.
(beanojam isn't really Ricardo Flange, Thu 28 Jan 2010, 17:04, Reply)