The Real Oz Experience: Stuck in the Outback
Somewhere in front of a small mining community in West. Australia, our bus had enough and wanted to know us. So with an explosion and smoke plume, the bus came to a crashing halt.
It was the end of a long journey that began back in Perth. During our first stop on the outskirts of Perth, our problems began. The bus would not start. Our driver tried again, looked under the hood, did something and said, "Okay, we're ready to go." But not so willing. The bus still did not go. We wanted to have to push.
The hill we moved down and the bus came to life. The bus was moving, everything was in order in the world, and we would not go back to Perth. Our wise driver tried not to take the bus to turn back during the journey from fear of this happening. It was a well-founded fear, because soon, at the Pinnacles, off our bus. Out we went, as hard as we could push until we got our bus moving and put the West Coast.
In the city Geraldton, our driver stopped on the bus to work and assured us it was fixed. I was not sure what the problem was, and as he explains in car lingo, my unmechanical ears could not decipher what he said. I was just happy the bus moving. I had no desire to return to Perth.
Soon our air conditioning stopped working, and we were forced in a sauna, to drive the bus reinforcing the 100-degree desert heat. That was not what I expected, although I thus treated better than some of my fellow riders. Once in Asia worse experienced, I was it not so disturbed. I had learned to expect the unexpected. I was still in Australia, after about two months to spend hiking nothing could that bad.
Our bus always seemed to be its last leg, and the leg was finally with a big bang. The bus clicked and rattled, made some grinding noises and the gear stick hopped on. Smoke and dust filled the front of the bus. We all knew what had happened, though no one dared to say. The driver pushed the bus for a bit longer, but eventually found himself with the fact that we did not want to reach the nearest town.
The problem with breaking the Outback down that there are not many people around. And if you break too far from the last city could be without cell phone reception and stuck there for hours. Here is what has happened with us.
It was early afternoon when we collapsed. We talk by drinking, playing quiz games and playing the occasional game of Frisbee. Hours went by, and the sun moves further down into the sky. We were getting worried.
After a few hours, a car drove through eventually. Our driver marked it down, explained the situation and told us he would get help in the former city. We would be out for an hour of us here. Visions of Horror Wolf Creek suddenly jumped, even though my head. This would be a long hour.
Fortunately we still had plenty of beer.
True to his word, our driver came with a tow truck for an hour later. Half of our problem was solved. The other half was how we went on without bus. The earliest we could get our bus back was on Tuesday. No big deal if it was not Thursday. I would one night in this sleepy mountain town spend not mind, but not five.
None of the other passengers were either excited at the idea, and after a few phone calls, our driver was driving a four-roll that we have six would to plug in. A difficult task, because the car was meant for five people without luggage. It would be a squished trip to Broome, but at least we were on our way now.
And we did it even to save a few beers.
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