I never made it to Cunnamulla. The Germans were nowhere to be seen the following morning so I was back on the side of the road with my thumb in the air. After four hours the heat became unbearable and I went to Wendy’s house.
She said I could stay there until I scored a ride out of town. With the skies darkening it was beginning to look like a long wait. My only hope was the band that had been playing the previous evening. They were heading north to Roma and I’d left my number at the pub with a message for them to call me.
The call came through around mid afternoon, just as storm clouds were gathering overhead. Hallelujah, I had a lift!
They were as desperate as I was to get out of town because their bass player had tickets to see Muse play in Brisbane, and he needed to be in Roma to catch his flight.
The only question was, would we make it across the flooded roads?
The answer, of course, was yes!