World wide armageddon

If word wide armageddon were to occur, we'd never know, out here in the middle of the "gulf country". The road between Mount Surprise and Normanton is 396 relentless ks of hot country with about a gazillion trees, and a few hungry cows taking pot shots on the roadside.

Normanton is a shit hole that we have the misfortune to kill a few hours in. It's 38 degrees, we're hanging around outside in the shade. We take small excursions into shops to buy something just for the aircon. I took a swim in the caravan park pool which cooled me for a bit, but the sweating has resumed.

Normanton features a life size replica Croc. It's a big mutherfucker.