Dune Buggy
December 11th 2006 As I clean the sand out of my ears that is seeping from my brain for the millionth time, I am doing my last night in the Fraser Escape hostel - the worst one yet, a caravan park masquerading as a hostel - before Greyhounding it to Brisbane. There I will be picked up by my cousin Hazel to see all my other cousins, nieces and nephews on the Bow side of the family, my auntie Gladys' kids and their ki
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