Two whole days, 850 kilometers on roads – from dusty and pocked with holes you could bury a giraffe in to blackvelvet smooth tar –
8,500 in the air (chicken or beef? who actually said it was the World’s Favourite Airline? Not me, that’s for sure).
All that way and it still doesnt’ feel I’ve covered enough ground to realize the distance between my far flung, wild, wide skied Outpost
And blackberries and Tesco.