Lasseter · 06/12/2009 07:35 pm by Bron
This time it’s not the wind in the trees, and slowly we see a red cloud of dust coming down the road. When they pull up I wander over, embarrassed. I speak to the South African first; he gets out the passenger side. When I see Paul I feel even stupider. He’s gorgeous. I can see a few scars on the side of his face, but he has this gentle demeanor that is so unexpected out here.
The next day I am shy in the backseat. We pass a lot of camels. I feel the road slide beneath us as we fishtail along the 300km to Yulara. I have butterflies and I’m blushing. It’s completely ridiculous- maybe it’s the heat. Nic does most of the talking. She asks if they live out here with their families. He says it’s just him and his dog. That’s all he needs.
[October 09]
