IT’S LUCKY NO ONE CAN hear you swear halfway along the Oodnadatta Track.
I gingerly shimmy under the stricken Nissan Patrol for my third #$@&%*! attempt to jack it up on the soft track. The passenger-side rear tyre has a #$@&%*! gaping hole in it, thanks to a sharp #$@&%*! rock that must have been lurking under the red-dirt. #$@&!
This was my first ‘real’ middle-of-nowhere outback road trip, last decade. The 4WD had threatened to fall on me twice as I tried to raise
