'So where are you off to?' Asks George, or is it Dave From George and Dave's cafe in Shearwater? We had just driven straight from Devonport after our overnight crossing from Melbourne. I had been in fear and trepidation of sea sickness but slept like a baby lightly rocked in the cabin. Or of course it could have been the sea sickness pill I took which just knocked me out! So, where were we going? I couldn't blame jetlag but I was stumbling on the pronunciation of Narawntapu. 'I don't know how to pronounce it...the one that used to be called Asbestos Ranges.' 'Ah, Narawntapu,' he grins. I try again. 'It's easy,' says Dave or George,'you just say Now-I-want-a-poo and sort of run it all together.' We both try with limited success but enough to make
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