Elie Creek
Mr ZZ Top
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The large empty beach is a show still as appreciated when we go back south, to the point that Quentin forgets to put his seatbelt on. The police driving by does not miss us - they had already warned Max the previous day. Quentin gets a fine, given by two officers in beach sandals, uniform shirt and Oakley sunglasses. The mood takes a hit even if everyone tries to bounce back positively, but at the next stop it is forgotten. The tension resulting from the fatigue, different rhythms, budgets, and aspirations, has hardly risen during these days as a group, although it was sometimes lying beneath, contained by a common will to have good holidays. Elie Creek is a small fresh water way with a strong flow which freshens us up and eases the lack of fresh water since the previous evening. We swim a little and see the ZZ Top guy from the garage, then go on until Eurong where we cross the island in 45 minutes to get back to the ferry. The car is quite shaken on the track, but the conversation flows and we quickly reach our destination. The sun is strong, but the guys play rugby a bit while Quentin rests and I write my notes. An hour later we embark, guided by unfriendly Australians.
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