While there weren’t dramatic clouds of smoke or fire bursting from the bonnet, the car slowed to a stop and wouldn’t start. The driver disappeared underneath the raised hood. Each time his head popped out he only looked more worried.
Not knowing anything about cars we left him to it, we told stories, we joked and we bickered until we were fed up with the lack of the constant motion that had been our companion for days.
Restlessness was the new enemy there was nowhere to go, the land stretched out around us, we paced up and down, we gazed deep into the horizon, looking for answers, searching for some form of entertainment.
In all our time sitting here between somewheres, we learnt something about this land of extremes, not one car stopped to see if they could help.
The girls are now discussing between themselves which of them would be considered the most attractive to the local drivers and whether they should show a bit of leg….
Kirribilli 
