Oct 12 2009
Almost time to drive home. I already have visions of my trip…
0 – 1.5 hours: Cats hissing at each other. Kamiko jumping around everywhere, because she is not in a cage (if she WAS in a cage, she’d yowl for the whole motherfucking time).
1.5 – 3 hours: Kamiko finally goes to sleep on the floor. I hit Dunedoo, look forward to Dubbo… because Dubbo = A KFC Snack Box and happiness. In the form of a KFC Snack Box.
3 - 4.5 hours: This is the time I hate – the period of the trip during which I am most likely to get a speeding ticket. Fucking lame. However, this period also ends with a KFC SNACK BOX! (if you were curious, I always go for the popcorn chicken option. Nom). I have a sinking feeling regarding the speeding ticket today. I know, I know, I could just drive, y’know, at the speed limit… but eh.
4.5 – 6 hours: The last part of my trip through ‘Civilisation’. By now, I am so god damn tired… and I have to get ready for the gauntlet of Kangaroo Doom. On the plus side, this is when I can ramp up for the last 2 hours of super speediness.
6 – 8 hours: The Gauntlet of Kangaroo Doom! A smidge over 200km of dead straight highway, liberally littered with kangaroos, feral pigs and goats, emus, and once, there was a camel. This is where I generally try to set a new land to speed record, and wimp out at the thought of hitting a kangaroo at 180km an hour. (I usually just sit on 160kmph and hope to hell nothing happens – so far so good!)
7.5 – 8 hours: HOME!
Farewell, bloggettes! See you on the flip side, providing I have another safe, wonderful trip