Duncan Hyde

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.

Didn't last long, so I soldiered on.

Found my motel.

It was a nice little country motor in on the edge of town.

You know the type.

Hills have eyes, but fucking not too bad.

I parked, got out of the car and went to the head office.

Scan the room.

Scan the room for RFD fucking signals.

When the old stabby feeling was back, this time it wasn't leaving.

It was at this point I was regretting having Thai green curries 880km from the ocean, the fresh prawns, and the fact that Thailand is as far away from this little town on the edge of the outback should have set some alarm bells off.

I slammed my knees together and I walked into the office.