Wednesday was the re-scheduled departure date. At three we were mostly packed, house was still a bit untidy and there were few things to sort out. So I started with the idea that maybe we can leave the next day. At that moment Gordie pushed me into the car, started the engine and basically kidnapped me. Truth is – we probably would never leave otherwise. The first night we spent in Mayfield, a lovely campsite at a beach.
Streda byl jeden z mnoha planovanych datumu odjezdu. KOlem treti jsme byli vicemene sbaleni, dum byl sice jeste trochu neusporadany a meli jsme par drobnosti na zarizeni. Tak jsem jen tak mezi reci navrhla, ze treba muzem vyrazit az zitra. V ten okamzik me Gordie hodil do auta, nastartoval a vystrelil vpred. Pravdou je, ze jinak bysme nevyrazili asi nikdy. Noc jsme stravili v prijemnem kempu v Mayfieldu na vychodnim pobrezi Tasmanie.
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