motel madness
May 01, 2019
3 minutes
It’s the quintessential Australian experience. The family car is expertly packed to the brim and the backseat a hotbed of elbowing siblings. Mum and Dad are in the front trying to keep a lid on things as you finally hit the highway and the holiday actually starts. After hours of I spy, sweaty sandwiches, recycled stories and fart blaming, a flashing light beckons and a neon sign promises in-room colour TV.
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