After busing it up to Carins our last stop on the Greyhound, we spent one night in the YHA there before deciding to hire another car to get off the beaten track for the last week before I flew back to sydney and Kat on another round the world voyage.
I was now fairly disabled, with only the use of one hand and dragging one leg behind me resembling semi conscious road kill. I had attempted to apply fresh Steri Strips to my hand and foot myself, but Kat clearly didn't think my dressing skills were up to much so persuaded me to go get them professionally done at a cost of $50. This turned out to be worth every cent. We were after all heading into no mans land for a few days.
After much shopping around for a suitable hire car we settled for what we thought was a good deal. A Toyota Corolla. What we weren't told was that they had actually managed to resurrect this one from an 80's car cemetery somewhere in the outback. (see above pic)
Off we went with a sense of impending doom looming all around, and it wasn't long before our worst fears came true...it broke.
Luckily we had stopped at this point in a small village called Kuranda roughly 8km away from Carins. As we waited for our replacement car, we wandered around, visited the information centre for some maps and hoped to God they wouldn't bring us another unreliable shitmobile.
Upgraded at last.. a normal car with functioning air con and power assisted steering...luxury.
It was then we decided we had been well and truly ripped off with the other one and in hindsight were glad we broke down when we did.
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