Undersea oversea wombling free
April 29th 2007 Once I'd managed to sleep a night without being woken by dingoes, snakes, german teenage backpackers and all the other rustly little so and so's that keep your adrenalin levels high enough to cook on it was time for a leisurely yomp of another 600 or so kilometres to Exmouth (pronounced Ex-mowth, not Exmuth as we're reliably informed). Our last night was spent in Tom Price, place of very little e
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