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Moto, enough to carry everything I needed including a red can with what looked like the trigger of a gun.
“ Don’ t turn your back on them,” I’ d been warned as the bear spray had been handed to me.
“ Are you‘ fucking’ serious?”, I’ d thought to myself. I’ d be running quicker than an Olympic sprinter, screaming like a little girl, if I ever needed to use that spray. For God’ s sake, everyone says that my home country, Australia, is full of things that kill you. Here is a country that has cuddly looking things that can rip a car door from its mounts if it gets the slightest whiff of last night’ s poutine.
The Dempster isn’ t your average
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