The bush: its faces, its places
Saturday midday. Departure for Earth Core under a blazing sun. To compare with the rain last days. Jeff and me packed the car for one week. Ten liters of water. Sleeping bag. Swang. Cover. Pillows. Businesses of replacement. First-aid case. For drink and food, we will see before arriving at destination. Some stops in the commercial zone for purchases of last minute. Then it is the motorway during about thirty minutes. In Caboolture, we joined a highway. Brisbane seems already far. The landscapes ravel in front of us. Great not cultivated ground extents. Virgin lands but which are not without owner. With far la dent du guignol announces the forgery Thierry Lhermitte but the true mate who drives. It is the following day that I understood allusion. We start to return in the bush, the Australian countryside. The 4WD multiply like rolls. The dogs take the sun. Arrival with Kilcoy, last city before the site of the festival. A large panel invites us to discover Its faces, its places. We would believe ourself in the comic Lucky Luke. The village divided into two by a broad avenue. On each side, trades. Sometimes with the abandonment. There is even its law firm, installed since 1879. Its motel with its barbed wires. To prevent the tourists from fleeing? Passage to the bottle shop. Some provisions are bought. Discussion with the owner. No alcohol sales nor of food on the site. "Of people made the forty kilometers in direction reverses to supply itself". Consequence: the rations of beer are doubled. To eat, there are bananas, cookies and chips. That will do! I am not of the same opinion but it is not serious. Weekend roots. Go one! Besides some 4WD which play Fangio on the road hardly broad. On the traffic signs, E/C appear. One is on the good way. I spoke too quickly. With the twenty-fifth kilometer, large change of the conditions of circulation. Everywhere in Queensland, they post panels announcing that the State works with better roads. I perhaps will announce this one to them. During fifteen kilometers, dust, stones, potholes and sometimes of surprised flora strew our way. Jeff, careful for its car bought recently, advances with the idle. We are overtaken by people who hardly pay attention to their vehicle: normal they have 4WD for the majority. One hour later. After having tergiversated of many times on the possibility of an error of way, we see the first tents. Symbols of the term of our course.
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