Issue 68 - Fishing with a Chainsaw
This trip had been a long time in the planning. We weren’t disappointed; wilderness freaks at heart we found ourselves driving through vast forests, with huge eucalyptuses reaching three hundred feet up to the sky, and an understorey of small trees bearing the sweetest-smelling yellow flowers. it was spring and the forest air was vaporised honey, the bees buzzing drunkenly. The natives were more than friendly and their wine divine. The days were mostly sunny and spring-like, with lovely cool evenings decorated with more stars than we’d ever seen. Kangaroos appeared at sunset from out of the forest, and hopped about on the grassy slopes while black cockatoos and multi-coloured lorikeets shrieked as they flew fast to their evening roosts.

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