much less its precise location. The quiet of the countryside is broken only by trucks using its main drag as a short cut to Albany. Periodically, the “mosquito” plane drones overhead, doing battle with those buzzing demons that are very nearly the size of the plane trying to eradicate th...
We left at 5.30 the next morning thinking we would beat the traffic. We crawled up the mountain in the inside lane in the pitch dark and rain, huge trucks blinding us with their lights and roaring past at insane speeds. A white knuckle ride and as we reached Sydney we caught the mornin...