Pearls in the Bush, Pearling, and a Unique Cremation

摘要

Old Sol was all but set when a flash V12 4x4 Tojo waving more aerials than you'd see in a Telstra depot and towing a camping trailer, roared into me camp tearing up old terrafirma akin to a herd of wild-eyed Top End buffs. Scared the blessed tar out of Jess (that's me dog) and your's truly. I'll tell yer, mate, this joker burned more rubber in three seconds than Old Bill (that's me wheels) had done in three months. Of course that might have something to do with Old Bill having been broke down for that length of time! (Did a wheel bearing.) Well this bloke, dressed like a Pitt Street cowboy, leaps out of his rig like it's on fire, and jabbing his finger in a due easterly direction, asks if going west will 'get him out of this infernal bush' and onto the beef road. I reckon you could say he was bushed without a notion of general direction.