- 1 cassette of 'Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy'
- 1 milkshake stop in Bega
- 52 games of eye spy
- 15 minutes feeding a red ‘roo
Every summer, after moving from Mount Martha to Sydney, we’d road trip back to our home town and visit friends and relatives. The first of many ritualistic drives became a vivid source of childhood summer memories defined by sugary treats, fly-riddled beaches and Douglas Adams.
Cobargo’s mice and men
Blessed are the cheese makers
Swatting flies in Marlo
Caves and kangaroos
Breaking bread in Bairnsdale
Coming round the mountain
The trip was very much a test of patience for us. We were all without Walkman’s so there was little room for escape. Whether we liked it or not, this trip was a collective experience. Other than pretending to sleep, we were all in it together. Even though we’d occasionally get on each other’s nerves, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.