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An Australian Trek
A man in Oklahoma, having just been divorced, began wondering what he should do to begin living his life with his new found independence. The Idea of going to Australia for an adventure had appeal to him, he'd read about the Aussie's “walkabout” with interest. He decided that's where he would start.
He first arrived in Perth, spent a week exploring the city and surrounding area, finding it similar to most Western Civilization cities so he decided he would explore more of what he idealized as “the real Australia.” So he rented a Land Rover and set off for the town of Yalgoo, the “Beginning of the Outback” according to locals. After the three hundred mile drive he began to see what he'd imagined the country to be. He found a service shop, had the Rover checked over and fueled up, provisioned it with extra water and food. Wanting to experience the Outback not as a tourist with all the trappings and a dozen other folks, he was intent on his own walkabout, straight north across the land, with Uluru as his destination. The first day was uneventful but the pace was slow, the land rough and the temperature high. On day two the Rover began to overheat. A leak in the upper radiator hose. His only recourse was to tie his spare handkerchief around the hose and fill the radiator with some of his drinking water. He made another hundred miles into the desert before the hose completely split and the Rover ground to a halt. His only recourse was to set off on foot, carry what water he had left and hope he could come across someplace for aid. Day three in the scorching heat he had only a few drops of water left. Drinking it and discarding the container he pressed on northward. On his fourth day, parched and weakened by the sun, he came to a dirt road. His hope was buoyed. And off in the distance he thought he could see a small signpost. As he approached it he made out the words:
“MERCY 4mi. Population 4”
His strength waning, he was almost on his hands and knees when he spied what appeared to be three small buildings, houses, in a row. He got to the first house and struggled to the door where he was met by an older woman, surprised to see someone alone and on foot, as it were. His voice cracked, he could only say: “water” in a withered tone. The woman said she would get him a drink, returned to the interior of the house. She reappeared holding a glass with some sort of oddly colored liquid, it looked as if it had some short hairs floating on the surface and some unknown bits in the bottom. The woman explained she had no water, this was all she could offer. She called the brew koala tea. His instinct was to politely decline and perhaps the next house would be better supplied. Stumbling and half crawling he made it to the second house where an old man greeted him and seeing his condition ran inside and back out with a jar full of the same noxious looking fluid the woman had offered. Again he staggered away, to try the last house. The greeting this time was another older woman, his condition was obvious to her. She went inside and returned with a jar, it contained the same liquid, but made even more disgusting by an eyeball floating on the surface. It was too much for him and he passed out on the attempt to continue his struggle...
...and of course the moral of this tale is: “THE KOALA TEA OF MERCY IS NOT STRAINED!”
A man in Oklahoma, having just been divorced, began wondering what he should do to begin living his life with his new found independence. The Idea of going to Australia for an adventure had appeal to him, he'd read about the Aussie's “walkabout” with interest. He decided that's where he would start.
He first arrived in Perth, spent a week exploring the city and surrounding area, finding it similar to most Western Civilization cities so he decided he would explore more of what he idealized as “the real Australia.” So he rented a Land Rover and set off for the town of Yalgoo, the “Beginning of the Outback” according to locals. After the three hundred mile drive he began to see what he'd imagined the country to be. He found a service shop, had the Rover checked over and fueled up, provisioned it with extra water and food. Wanting to experience the Outback not as a tourist with all the trappings and a dozen other folks, he was intent on his own walkabout, straight north across the land, with Uluru as his destination. The first day was uneventful but the pace was slow, the land rough and the temperature high. On day two the Rover began to overheat. A leak in the upper radiator hose. His only recourse was to tie his spare handkerchief around the hose and fill the radiator with some of his drinking water. He made another hundred miles into the desert before the hose completely split and the Rover ground to a halt. His only recourse was to set off on foot, carry what water he had left and hope he could come across someplace for aid. Day three in the scorching heat he had only a few drops of water left. Drinking it and discarding the container he pressed on northward. On his fourth day, parched and weakened by the sun, he came to a dirt road. His hope was buoyed. And off in the distance he thought he could see a small signpost. As he approached it he made out the words:
“MERCY 4mi. Population 4”
His strength waning, he was almost on his hands and knees when he spied what appeared to be three small buildings, houses, in a row. He got to the first house and struggled to the door where he was met by an older woman, surprised to see someone alone and on foot, as it were. His voice cracked, he could only say: “water” in a withered tone. The woman said she would get him a drink, returned to the interior of the house. She reappeared holding a glass with some sort of oddly colored liquid, it looked as if it had some short hairs floating on the surface and some unknown bits in the bottom. The woman explained she had no water, this was all she could offer. She called the brew koala tea. His instinct was to politely decline and perhaps the next house would be better supplied. Stumbling and half crawling he made it to the second house where an old man greeted him and seeing his condition ran inside and back out with a jar full of the same noxious looking fluid the woman had offered. Again he staggered away, to try the last house. The greeting this time was another older woman, his condition was obvious to her. She went inside and returned with a jar, it contained the same liquid, but made even more disgusting by an eyeball floating on the surface. It was too much for him and he passed out on the attempt to continue his struggle...
...and of course the moral of this tale is: “THE KOALA TEA OF MERCY IS NOT STRAINED!”
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