Duncan Hyde

It's time to load up some war stories.

Your tales from the frontline, brought to life.

Prepare to fire.

This is from anonymous.

So about 10 years ago, I was working for a massive corporate company as a regional manager in southwestern Queensland.

New South Wales was in the midst of a massive three, four-year drought.

The place was fucked.

Then to add some more pain in an already fucked situation, a huge bushfire ripped through the northern tablelands and really fucked the joint.

Due to this, some staff couldn't get to one of our sister company's branches, so I was asked to head out there for a few days to cover the staff shortage.

Travelling out there, it was evident just how bad the drought was.

You see it on the news and you hear it on the radio, but nothing gives you a real perspective until you actually get amongst it.

Anywho...

The first day was mostly uneventful, a couple of deliveries and a nice lunch from the local tyre joint then off to my motel for the night.

I hadn't checked in.

I still find it.

This is one of the things that fascinates me, is the international cuisine that can be found in the middle of fucking nowhere.

Oh, come on in and enjoy some Himalayan fare in a town that's fucking 3,000 kilometres from anywhere.

I had it checked in as I got to the town around 6am, so I had to check in after we shut the shop.

Around 5pm I was driving out to my accommodation and felt a stab in my guts.

Hmm, that's odd.