Slowly driving through the crossroad of life in the deserted town of Contention, Julia spots a giant colourful road sign encouraging visitors to spend the night at the Contention Caravan Park which has all modern facilities and is 10 Kms down the newly re-surfaced road.
How about we stay overnight at the caravan park then continue on our way in the morning, says Julia.
Bonza idea we both need a meal and a hot shower, i know i do, replies Garry.
Branching off the main road and onto the caravan park's driveway, surmounting several zebra speed humps along the way, they finally arrive at the main reception area, pull into the carpark, decamp from their 4wd, enter the spacious reception area where they are greeted by the elderly owners Ollie and Olive.
What can we do for you young love birds on this fine day?, asks Ollie.
We'd like a cabin for the night with a hot shower and a home cooked meal if possible, first of all point me in the direction of your Thunder Box, asks Julia.
Ollie points his finger at the back door and says, go through the back door out into the overgrown backyard and you'll spot the Thunder Box at the end of the gravel path.
Julia walks through the back door, spots the gravel path leading up to a decrepit Thunder Box which looks like it came out of noah's ark standing smack bang in the middle of the overgrown backyard. Julia makes her way down there but in a matter of a few minutes she's back and says, i can't use that the flies are thick as thieves in there i couldn't even open the door.
Glancing at the wooden wall clock Ollie says, in about five minutes i'll be ringing the dinner bell and then all the flies will gather in the dining room then it should be safe for you to go, Garry and Julia look at each other with disgust and flee for their lives, jump into their 4wd and take off burning rubber out of the carpark back down the driveway at such a great rate of knots that they become airbourne over every zebra speed hump then turn on to the main road and speed off directly into the dazzling hazy sunset.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.
7 comments:
Memories. As a child we used to stay at a friends house down the coast. The toilet was of the non flushing pit kind and encouraged constipation. We wound up painting 'the house at pooh corner' on the walls (which could be seen from the beach). And not only did it have a gazillion flies it also had spiders (redbacks too). Aaargh.
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G' Day THE ELEPHANTS CHILD: I remember those days very well when a pit was all there was and the creepy crawlies for company :-).
G' Day CLOUDIA: Your welcome :-).
Thanks for the trip down memory lane. Although our thunderbox didn't have too many flies, thanks to a few dozen sticky fly papers suspended inside it and outside.
Its because of reasons like that my wife refuses to go camping.
Great writing!
Hi Windsmoke,
I remember the old thunder boxes, I was always frightened to walk up the back yard by myself at night, (I was very young)it was always so dark, no light of course, so you couldn't see what was waiting for you inside. :)
G' Day RIVER: I remember those sticky fly paper strips i reckon they were gross covered with fly or any other insects carcass :-).
G' Day BEACH BUM: You don't go camping because your wife doesn't like the flies, very sad indeed :-).
G' Day MAGS118: Those were the scary days and nights indeed :-).
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