After 15 Km we decide we have to cut across to where the hotel might be and we are definately in the boonies. Going past the first settlement they are all out, and Chris swears he can hear banjos (a la deliverance). Chester Hallers mention over the radios you only have to worry if your hear dualling banjos.
Running up to a bridge we have to stop rather suddenly as the shepard is bringing his flock over. The lorry that was behind us has other ideas and just yams it through. I suppose a 10 ton truck does win when pitted agains a goat or even a heard of them.
Let it be noted shortly afterwards we stopped and asked for directions admitedly from the least dodgyiest geezer we had seen in a long time. After much back and forth we found the train station and then ended up in a petol station with Dean hiring a taxi and us all following him as humour had wained.
On the correct route to the hotel we met several unlight horse drawn wagons coming the wrong way up the wrong side of the road as well as the taxi driver playing chicken with an articulated lorry. Very entertaining!!!!!!
We finally made it.........
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