We arrived at Nullarbor Roadhouse in the afternoon, it was 40 degrees or thereabouts, there was phone reception (at last) and our friend learnt that her house 2000kms behind us, had been robbed. We cooked while we formulated a plan. Up in tropical north Queensland our mate’s van door locked jamming wife Elle inside for three hours. We cooked and a curry was ready by the time that Elle was freed by the locksmith. And then this little doosie from Central Queensland in 2016: “Because of the big wet we decide to forgo our trip up to Finch Hatton in … Continue reading When Things Go Wrong – Just Cook!