Now call us silly, but we still haven’t given up hope of driving out of here. The verdict wasn’t great upon Mr Chardy’s return from checking the road yesterday but I just know he will find us a way out of here. He is an ENFP (for all of you who are up with Myers Briggs, for those who aren’t …. how are we even friends???).
Anyway, this means he thinks outside the square. He never says “Well, this is the way it has always been done so this is the way we will do it”. Oh no, he just makes up his own way, usually a more productive way. So if he hasn’t given up hope then neither have I. When he says, “nope, we are definitely not driving out” well that is when I will book the airfares. They will have probably gone up by about $100 each by then but hey, it’s only money right?!
So what was the verdict? There was a bit of water on the road, and when I say a bit I mean this…
I asked them to take lots of photos but this was the best they could do.
So the plan at the moment is: we have no plan. ha ha ha. Well we have a bit of a plan but it isn’t very solid. At this stage our only hope is getting out through to the east. Over towards the Savvy B’s, and down the QLD border. It is a long shot, but we will look into it further today. It also relies on the Georgina River being low enough to cross at the Camooweal end (hello Vicki, if you are reading this…. HELP!!!).
Ike from over at Savvy B Land was out checking roads in all different directions yesterday to find a way out. WHAT A CIRCUS!!! Where the hell is the tent? Surely we can do this. DON’T MAKE ME FLY! Did I really just say that???
I wonder if the old Pradi Dard would turn into Chitty Chitty Bang Bang for us.
Anyway, it isn’t very exciting but that is where we are at my friends, not much different to where we were at yesterday.
In other exciting news I have been asked to write a weekly column for the Rural Weekly Newspaper!!! Can you even believe it? Turns out that I might have to change my name to: The Accidental Journalist. ha ha ha ha. A Journalist, who’d have thought. With my Apple laptop and cosmopolitan lifestyle I am basically Carrie Bradshaw.
Because life here at Bum Truck Nowhere is just like what I imagine Manhattan to be, isn’t it? Oh look, there’s Mr Chardy carrying my luggage… I told you I was all packed ready for holidays…
Well now I am just dribbling shit. So, lets chat again when all my hopes and dreams of driving out of here have been shattered and I am crying ugly tears into my keyboard and electrocuting my fingers thinking about the thousands of wine dollars I am going to have to waste on airfares.
Oh god…. no…. I can hear rain on the roof. Just looked outside and this is the situation we are facing…
This is the direction we have to travel. This is not looking promising at all. I may well start crying now. Oh well, it is our own fault for not getting the car out isn’t it. Can’t complain about the lovely rain (but please let me!). Maybe it is time to start booking those airfares. Oh god I feel sick, someone hand me a bucket, the rain is getting heavier!!
Now, if you are going back to work today: stay strong my friends, you can do this. Have a great day everyone.