We've pulled over for a pee and something to drink, into a clearing of sparse bush a emergency telephone and a bin. I'm prowling the undergrowth looking for snakes but all I've found is a dead, empty lizard and about ten cartons of motor oil. I kick them, they don't move, heavy ad full of liquid, some of the seals unbroken. They're rusty, been here a while but why is a mystery, here in the middle of nowhere who'd leave all this oil and why?As usual were hot and dusty, a bit sweaty, I can smell the sweat on myself and taste it as it drips into my mouth with each swig of plasticy water.
