he could , removed himself from the toxic culture of a Western Australian football club and decided to travel his home country , aimlessly , taking in as much as he could . I had been immensely impressed , it seemed he was more so with the way we were travelling .
“ The caravaners are an odd lot ,” he ’ d shrugged . “ They keep to themselves too much , have strange timetables that dictate how and what they do .
I couldn ’ t disagree as we both laughed . The fire flickered , my partner Megan had already taken herself to our small tent . This was becoming a boys night , tall tales separated by a couple of generations , united in travel and a need to seek more .
Oliver had struggled when offered a whisky , he ’ d marvelled at how and why we travel with a steel bottle full of the Scottish spirit . I laughed as his face screwed up , I topped up his cup
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