We woke up a bit worse for wear in the morning; well, at least Bonzo and I did. We felt a bit better after Elle cooked us up a veggie brekkie on the rekindled bush telly.
We called in the Hugh’s Who
before leaving Hugh,
Heath Goanna was in there
having a morning brew.
We joined him for a drink
and told him we were heading south,
but an anxious look crossed his face
and he put his hand to his mouth.
The Poetry Must Stop
He thought for a moment, and the suspense was killing us. He must have sensed that, and said there’s a time for rhyme and a time for straight talking.
Then he told us that we would have to get past the ghangiant to leave the Northern Territory and cross the border into South Australia.
We had been warned about the ghangiant before by Alice, in the festival wonderland, so a frisson of trepidation ran down my back.
Heath said he thought he’d reached the border one time, but it just seemed to go on endlessly, and in the end he had to turn back.