DAY 1: Sydney to Hay

Saturday 25th June, 1994 - Report by Caroline Davy

We had talked about that date for a couple of years – and now it had arrived. In other reports we have traced the progress of planning, organizing sponsors, the incredible amount of work done by a number of people in order to make the whole trip happen – and now it was happening!

McDonald’s South Hurstville carpark was unusually busy that morning – you can imagine the bustling as a month’s luggage, medical and mobility equipment is added to the already packed vehicles; families fuss a little and farewell their people; well-wishers look on; and a couple of early morning walkers really curious about the activity.

We were farewelled by several people – Dr. John Yeo, authority on spinal injuries and rehabilitation had a special interest in those going on the trip; Ross Green, Mayor of Kogarah was there to wish us well and to host Andy McNeil the Major of Alice Springs who later met us in his home city with a civic reception. Sally Daphne and Bette organized a message from the Governor of New South Wales, Peter Sinclair.

All the last-minute things were done and we set off for our first stop at Yass, where the local Toyota dealer, the Holmes family and some of their friends were waiting for us with morning tea and a lovely warm country welcome to counteract the rather bleak Yass temperatures.

On again to Wagga, where another country welcome from the Church Hall (and more tea and home-made cakes and scones). Many thanks to all of those people who disrupted their Saturday for us – it was a big help to have our stops made easy for us that day, because we wanted to travel a good distance for the first two days to put us ahead of the school holiday crowd and get into less familiar country as soon as we could.

Our overnight stop had been organized for Hay, we knew we were to meet some of the people from the town and be given a reception from the Mayor, but we were totally unprepared and quite overwhelmed at the magnificent hospitality we received.
Just as we were forming our line outside town, we were hailed over the radio and escorted (by a Land cruiser, of course) to the showground where everybody was waiting for us.

It was cold, sleeting and would have been a miserable first night had we had to camp. As we walked and wheeled our way in, all of us tired and stiff from the cars, we were greeted by Mayor Mick Beckwith and people from the town with a welcome none of us will ever forget: all the needs of tired and hungry travelers were met, that was important – but the atmosphere at the door of the hall just made us feel that the rain and cold didn’t matter any more – we were with them in Hay now. There was no insincere effusiveness – we were strangers – but we were made welcome in every sense of the word by people who did care about us and demonstrated that they wanted to support us and in a very real way became a part of our project. The physical needs they met expressed human values that stayed with us for the rest of the trip

The people of Hay had cleaned up a building in the showground, the SES brought in huge heaters, and put down many layers of tarps for us to sleep on, and hung tarps across the building to stop draughts. On arrival, there were cups of tea, coffee, milo (or … “would anybody like a cold beer?”). A wonderful BBQ and dessert were produced in no time with bowls of salad and sweets that people had made for us and brought from home.

But that was not all – there is a lot of talent in Hay, singing and playing – not the least being Gary Shearston the local Anglican minister who sang some traditional songs as well as his own compositions – and blessed our endeavour. To cap it all off, these magnificent people arrived early the next morning and cooked breakfast for us.

We told the story of Hay many times during our trip, and I’m sure none of us will ever forget the welcome, the people and the town.

DAY 2: Hay to Burra

Sunday 26th June, 1994 - Morning Report by Sally & Noel Rippingale

From Hay to Mildura, 290km we travelled. Beautiful Mildura, Victoria located on the south bank of the Murray River at the junction of the Calder and Sturt Highways.

Here Mildura RetireInvest and the Lions Club co-ordinated by Don Wright … they really made our lunch stop very bright!
A bountiful lunch they laid on … a sterling group of gentlemen … they did no wrong!!
 

Foxtrot Papa were most grateful for the lunch
For we are a jolly hungry bunch!
Their hospitality made us aware
that there are people abound that
really do care!
that our disabled
truly equal the able!!

From all the Foxtrot Papa participants, we say thank you to all from the Mildura RetireInvest and Lions Club for providing such a wonderful BBQ lunch, it was truly appreciated by all.

Afternoon Report by Branka Pupovac

On behalf of tall the wheelies our greatest thanks is to be extended to all 16 professional drivers for teaching us what proper convoy procedure means. Great communication skills aided our unforgettable Grand Nocturnal Mystery Tour of Burra in the howling rain and wind. Thankfully the time difference gave us even more time to appreciate the beauty of Burra.

The Redruth Christian Convention Centre was appreciated immensely as temperatures dropped to a chilly 0°C overnight and the alternative was to camp in about two inches of icewater. The rest of the night was pleasantly spent, in front of a warm open fire.

A late meal of chicken casserole which had been prepared by Jill was enjoyed by all before we all retreated to our beds. Thank you, to all Toyota Club members, for what became a trip of a life time and for taking us far, wide and everywhere in between. Nothing was impossible.

DAY 3: Flinders Ranges, Brachina Gorge

Monday 27th June, 1994 - Report by Daphne Salt

After a comfortable night in the Redruth Christian Convention Centre, we awoke at 6am to the melodious drone of Peter’s snores – eventually rolling along, following a discussion on last nights scenic nocturnal tour of Burra. 9.30am found us stopping in fog for a brief overview of the open cut copper mine and Australia’s first mine at Burra.

On arriving at Hawker the convoy headed past Wilpena Pound and Oraparinna Homestead to Brachina Gorge – an excitingly scenic drive.
The Flinders Ranges are one of the most ancient landscapes on earth – laid down beneath the sea as accumulated sediment. Enormous forces in the earth’s crust some 1000 million years ago caused these rocks to be uplifted, folded, buckled and fractured, causing a rugged mountain range. Erosion followed by further uplifting once more 70 million years ago turned the mountains on their sides giving the beautiful vertical striation layers seen today.

Vestiges of ambition, hopes and despair stand in the many abandoned homesteads of the 1870s and 1880s. They bear witness to uncompromising weather, conditions and Aboriginals.

The name “Brachina” is derived from the Aboriginal word ‘vachina’ meaning cranky, referring to a mythical argument between birds over a grindstone.

The drive in took us down the bed of the river – the road runs down the river bed – incredible colours highlighted in the sun met us on both sides of the road from the rugged towering mountains which form the Brachina Gorge.

Arrived at grassy campsite 1 hour before dusk, set up camp and unloaded the timber from the roof racks for the campfire. Roast legs of lamb, cooked in the camp ovens served with potatoes, vegs and mint sauce. The evening culminated in the judging of dampers cooked by the kids – won by the one which was not runny on the inside and cremated on the crust.

DAY 4: Lake Eyre

Tuesday 28th June, 1994 - Report by Helen & Jim McNamara

Another perfect day coming up.

We set off from Brachina Gorge through creeks and dry river beds, onto Leigh Creek for late morning tea and a look around.

On our way up the Oodnadatta Track we stopped for a close look at a caravan being pulled by four camels and also a look at the ruins of a small settlement. The off to Marree for lunch and a drink to wash away the dust. It was then time to travel to Lake Eyre.

We arrived before sunset and were able to have a look at the vastness of the Lake including the salt deposits in the middle of nowhere.
The area had been refenced since a previous visit and we had to travel a distance away from the Lake to set up our camp site. The wheelies remained at the entrance of the Lake and enjoyed the sunset.

The camp fire was made and a large number sat around to keep warm while dinner was being prepared by Jill, Ali and Sally (who was always there and affectionately known as Miss Nibbles in appreciation of all the nibblies prepared at ‘Happy Hour’).

Laye Eyre and Lake Eyre South, joined by the Gayden Channell and 9300 sq.km., have been used on a number of occasions to obtain land speed records.

The Alternative Activities by Caroline Davy

Reporter notes that most of the party visited the local Aboriginal Community where they have assembled a really terrific collection of stone tools: collected from the desert where their forebears used them generations ago.

They were interested in all the people in wheelchairs (our visit was a first for them!) and really loved seeing the Wheelies going up and down steps and doing sharp turns.

When the Centre Manager heard that one of our plastic shower chairs had gone missing, she very generously gave us one of theirs – something not easy to replace in remote outposts like Marree.

DAY 5: Lake Eyre to Coober Pedy

Wednesday 29th June, 1994 - Report by Graham Bell

We left our bush camp beside Lake Eyre by 8.30am after awaking to a beautiful sunrise. First stop Marree for fuel, but not for Steve, he ran out of fuel 200 metres from the pump and Graham towed him in.

Tony’s rear window was shattered by a stone that hit the trailer, smashing a spare battery, then hitting the rear window. We helped Tony rig up a screen against his rear window. Wayne’s rear brakes also needed attention.

Pie lunch was William Creek Hotel, a fascinating outback pub. Headed west towards Coober Pedy, the track was interesting, winding through salt-pans and desert country unfamiliar to most. As the sun sank in the west, dust became a real problem and the convoy was well spread out with some very tired drivers by the time we reached the blacktop at Coober Pedy at dusk.

After some frustration in driving tent pegs into the concrete-like ground at the camping area, we had time for a quick clean up before two buses arrived and took us on a brief night tour of the underground church, an opal mine and the tour organiser’s underground home where we dined on home delivered pizzas and extras provided by the locals, before being bussed back to the caravan park and then off to bed.

DAY 6: Coober Pedy to Yulara

Thursday 30th June, 1994 - Report by Rachelle McNally

It was my 17th birthday, and I received a really excellent birthday present and card from everyone on the trip.

We left Coober Pedy at around 8.30-9.00am, after practising a few U-turns near the rubbish tip.

Travelled on bitumen, stopped at Cadney Homestead for morning tea and a pit stop. Travelled to the Northern Territory border where we had lunch and a smile straining photo session. During our lunch stop we spoke to a lady who had bought one of our Foxtrot Papa Guessing Competition tickets at the Caravan, Camping and 4WD show, so she was very pleased to see us on tour.

Hit the dirt road (Gunbarrel Highway) and bumped along to Mulga Park where we were greeted with two ice cream hungry German Shepherds and a friendly petrol man. Bumped along a bit further viewing Mt. Conner at sunset, with a quick photo stop. Suddenly came across some black stuff … and yes! On close inspection it was tar. Lasseter Highway held us to Curtin Springs for a petrol and pit stop. Back on the road again headed for Yulara, Noel leading with driving lights. When we arrived, the camp sang happy birthday to Rachelle with lots of balloons and flashes. We had an excellent BBQ meal at the local steakhouse for tea (yum) and a big chocolate birthday cake with cream and jam (extra yum).

The closed eyes and went to sleep! Goodnight

A huge thankyou to everyone for making my birthday such a memorable one that will always be in my heart. Rachelle.

DAY 7: Yulara

Friday 1st July, 1994 - Report by Sharon Paterson

It was a day that we could do what we want. Some people started the day by having a bit of a sleep in, I know I did.
It was then, organise yourself with a driver to see sights around Yulara.

A large group headed out to see the Olgas (Kata Tjuta), but not without stopping at the National Parks office. Here, there was a bit of history on Ayres Rock (Uluru), a kiosk and a souvenir ship. An Aboriginal tribe also had a shop set up and were selling their arts and crafts. We had lunch here and then moved onto the Olgas.

When we arrived at the Olgas, those who wanted to, walked around them, while those who didn’t and the wheelies went as close to the Olgas as they could. The wheelies and those who didn’t participate in the walk, then loaded back into the 4WDrives and went for a drive to one of the lookouts of the Olgas.

When everyone else joined us at the lookout, we left to have group photo and happy hour at Ayres Rock sunset strip.
As the sun began to set, cameras were clicking trying the capture the different colours of the rock as the sun was setting.
When it was dark, we headed back to camp for tea, showers and eventually bed.

DAY 8: Yulara

Saturday 2nd July, 1994 - Report by Daniel Kojta

Running through last minute preparation with my chief instructor and coach, Pissy Pete – the.a.inebriation, I slid into bed coaxing butterflies to sloop ready for a 3.30am wakeup from Kate’s faithful alarm clock.

Forcing myself out of my fart-filled bag of warmth, I reached for the clock – 5.00am – in nervous anticipation I had set the alarm for 3.30pm!

After waking up Craig, full of early morning happiness, I went back to continue my morning routine. Chief instructor and outdoor coach, Pissy Pete, had previously arranged a breakfast menu specifically designed for maximum enthusiasm and balance on the climb, but the carton was empty.

I was ready. Craig and Albert were ready. We were all ready. I changed my mind – “go back to sleep, we will do it tomorrow”. Albert spoke up and his words of wisdom and inspiration woke my sensors. “I will do it”.

We left the synchronized symphony of snoring (Bush Band) and headed for the Rock. Craig had prepared the 4WD the previous night. Nothing would stop us. The vehicle stopped to a sudden halt. Craig combed his hair, readjusted the mirror and then we were off again.

We arrived at the base of the Rock in darkness. I grabbed my gear, had a final check and went for the summit. Where do we start? Where’s the chains? Craig, Albert and I searched the base of the Rock. Vertical cliff faces towered above us, still we couldn’t see the marked route to the summit. There was no time to look any further, if I was to avoid the onslaught of tourists, I would have to leave then.
I began to climb there. Pulling myself up the Rock and through some boulders, I found an ancient neon sign, brightly and loudly displayed the words “ULURU SUMMIT THIS WAY, PLEASE HANG ON TO AKUBRA HATS” and a series of fluorescent white dots leading to the start of the chains. I then knew I had chosen the correct route.
There were no blizzards blowing. Frost bite hadn’t claimed any fingers or toes. The expedition was running smoothly. I reached the chains and began to pull up my wheelchair. Craig began climbing. This man’s climbing ability shone. After hundreds of successful expeditions, living through the hardest, most inhospitable conditions comfortably, and a repertoire of successful climbs such as Mount Druitt, Rooty Hill, and all as expedition leader. He was a vital member of the Uluru expedition.

I was half way up the chains when our ground crew member (Albert) realised I had forgotten in hast to carry my sewing kit. With visibility almost impossible there was no way he could signal us. He began the climb. I was tiring. Craig was tiring. Our morale was lowering. We had no Mars Bars. Then like a blessing Albert reached us. Albert recited some affirmations he had read in Cleo magazine like a true Guru and our morale was once again in the heavens. Then it was the three of us. Still no Mars Bars but I had my sewing kit. Everything was complete. We continued the climb.

After 5 hours of hell the summit was in view. Albert took the lead and pushed us along. Climbing was shorter but at this altitude every step was a 2km walk. Albert’s inspiration together with Craig’s experience and my sewing kit, kept us going. The team had been separated by high winds but we were there together. The summit was ours. Albert was the first to reach it followed by Craig then my signature. We were on top of the world.

DAY 9: Yulara to Boggy Hole

Sunday 3rd July, 1994 - Report by Heather & Barry Connor

Left Yulara and had an uneventful trip along Lasseter Highway, turned off near Angus Downs to Ernest Giles Road, turned off again near Palmer River where we had lunch. This was the pre-arranged time for Caroline and Tony to contact ABC Queensland, only to discover that they had not allowed for the time difference and were too late. As we approached Boggy Hole our car blew a tyre and with the help of fellow travellers, had it replaced in record time.

A town once existed at Boggy Hole, but nothing remains except signs which relate its history. It is a pretty spot with a large waterhole, part of the Finke River, with grassy banks, lots of birds and water lilies. Our chosen spot to camp was further along on a large sandy area, where some of us chose to camp out under the stars.

DAY 10: Boggy Hole to Ellery Big Hole

Monday 4th July, 1994 - Report by Craig Jarvis

The day started with digging the wheelies (and everyone else) out of a picturesque but difficult camp site on the Finke River. Lots of sand to keep everyone stationary. The day took us along the track out of the Finke River Gorge into Aboriginal Land on the way to Hermannsburg. The Finke River and surrounding cliffs were a sight to behold with so many photo opportunities it was hard to contain oneself.

After a smoko stop at Hermannsburg, the convoy took off to Palm Valley along some 4WD tracks. Again photo opportunities galore. Palm Valley must be one of the most spectacular places in Central Oz. All of us went for a hike or a wheel up the valley and all the wheelies got into the valley a fair way.

The day ended with the drive to Ellery Big Hole where camp was struck in pretty smart time. The fines ran thick and fast as Trevor read out numerous 20¢ offences around a huge campfire. First thing in the morning, Dr. Ian plunged himself into the chilly waters of the “hole” which had everyone wondering whether we needed a trip psychiatrist as well

DAY 11: Ellery Big Hole to Alice Springs

Tuesday 5th July, 1994 - Report by Shannon Armstrong

An Epic Adventure
Well you look out the window on a cold, cold dawn
Its Seven O’clock on a Tuesday morn
Pour a cup of coffee –
Better make it a strong one

Weatherman on the radio said
Its gonna freeze and its gonna blow
I’m 21 today and we all know –
It’ll be alright in the long run

As the mist of a chilly morning cleared away, the peaceful silence of Ellery Big Hole was interrupted quite abruptly by cheers of celebration and congratulations as I, Shannon Armstrong – the Music Man – turned 21. Yeah!!

There were gifts and signed keys and to top it off an ‘Ode’ but Sally – all of which were greatly appreciated.

Fearing a quick and chilly awakening, I quietly made my way down to the big hole (while most were having breaky) simply to avoid being thrown in – upon which I was faced with the most unusual displays of utter madness that I had ever seen. With a splash and cry of absolute shock, the once sane doc had plunged himself into the big hole – then quite quickly plunged straight back out again. In a fit of excitement Rita insisted that he return into the freezing waters for a photo. And he did! Not without a very high pitched ‘quick’ while she was focusing the shot – definitely a fine!! – or 3.

After the morning excitement, we broke camp and headed down (or up) the Namatjira Drive to Standley Chasm. If climbing Uluru wasn’t enough, this time the whole troop skilfully manouvered their way along the bush track to witness the magnificent colour in the rock as the midday sun beams down between the vertical walls. This was, of course, all except our ‘Royal Princess’ who made use of her man servants and was carried – Roman style up to the chasm – palm tree fan and all!! By this time the now nick-named “Mad Doctor” had thawed out from his icecapades earlier.

Lunch was at Standley Chasm’s kiosk and then off to a quick stop-off at Simpson’s Gap, followed by a dash to Alice to prepare for a Mayoral Reception.

Upon arrival at the Alice Springs Council Chambers, Foxtrot Papa was welcomed warmly by the council members, aldermen and so on. There were nibblies, snacks and refreshing drinks. The mayors speech was a welcomed one with congratulations being given to the Uluru victors and also myself for my 21st. We all were given a copy of a book outlining the history and foundation of Alice.

The night was topped off by an outstanding display of musical talent wich was then followed by the Original ’94 Expeditioners You Beaut Bush Bank and Red Hot karaoke Society performing the extensive repertoire of 3 songs. We said our thankyous and headed back to camp – that was, all except myself, who was taken on an extensive look around Alice so back at camp the others could madly blow up balloons for a ‘surprise’ party. It was and it went down well – Thanks Very Much.

Once the party was over and most went to bed, a group of high flying, handsome, strong, intelligent men and women and Pete, went out for a drink to celebrate my 21st. After trying 3 pubs in town – which were all shut, we decided that the Casino was the go.
Andrew and Peter so like the look of one of the female dealers that they each placed $50 on the blackjack table for a closer look. They looked, they lost, they looked again. Meanwhile, I had checked out the local Casino band – which were pretty poor – so I commandeered the guitarists instrument and microphone and took over the stage – at least for a few songs.
As the hours slowly ticked on past midnight, it was time for a cab back to camp. Upon leaving, Daniel reversed his chair skilfully down the 5 stairs (holding onto the banister tightly). By the time Peter arrived on the scene, Dan was already at the bottom. Well, not to be outdone, Pete was up on his rear wheels bolting for the staircase, Down 1, Down 2, trip, stumble, fly, crash, fall splat … His famous Casino roll was captured on security video providing entertainment for the security guards that were rostered on the next day. With that, the cab arrived and we all returned to the caravan park and thus ended Day 11 of an epic adventure.

DAY 12: Alice Springs

Wednesday 6th July, 1994 - Report by Bette Brian

The report was originally written by our ‘Mad Doctor’ Ian Jensen but I’m afraid I lost it, sorry Ian.

After breakfast, we were treated to seeing the view of Alice Springs from the top of Mt Gillen thanks to special permission by the Civil Aviation Authority organised by a “wheelie” councillor from the Alice Springs Council. The local press and television interviewed the group, especially Albert, Daniel and Branka after their Uluru conquests.

A mini-bus was arranged to take the wheelies and medical team on a scenic tour of Alice, visiting the royal Flying Doctor Base, Telegraph Station where the spring which Alice Springs derived its name from can be seen, and exploring the shops in Alice for a couple of hours before meeting up with the bus to go back to the caravan park.

Whilst most of the group were able to tour around Alice, a few of the group were very busy working. Tony and Wayne went to the freighting company to collect the donated supplies plus some replacement car parts that had been forwarded from Sydney to Alice Springs. Trevor had to book his truck in for major repairs to the gear box at the Alice Springs Toyota Dealer. Trevor was very pleased with the work and service he received by Peter kittle, from the Toyota Dealership. Many thanks to Peter Kittle.

Restocking of fresh supplies also had to take place, so the Prices (Ali, Tony, Chris and Steve) plus the Curtis’ (Jill, Steve and Mandy) went to the supermarket, butcher, etc.

Brent, our eldest son and co-driver for the Scout, had been unwell for a few days – the reason being he had Chicken Pox. Arrangements had to be organised for Brent to stay in Alice Springs until he was past the contagious stage. Personal friends of Sally and Noel owned the Desert Rose Motel where Brent stayed. Through Graham Bell’s efforts before the trip stated, the NRMA generously provided Aussie Assist cover and paid for the 10 days motel accommodation plus the bus ticket from Alice Springs to Katherine where Brent rejoined the tour. Our thanks to all who helped Brent.

In the evening at the caravan park we were all gathered around a TV set to see the 2 broadcasts of the interviews done earlier in the day. Afterwards we then headed into Alice to the Overlanders Steakhouse. The steakhouse was packed with 4WD enthusiasts as the Range Rover Club was also booked into the restaurant the same evening. We had already bumped into members of their club at Uluru, the Olgas and at Curtin Springs where they were staying with members from different states. The meal was excellent with a choice of beef, bara, buffalo, emu, kangaroo, camel and crocodile. Many had a taste of each, I’m not quite the adventurous type and stuck with the beef and bara which was absolutely delicious.

The entertainment was excellent with everyone joining in with the merriment of the evening. Our very own Bush Band plus Shannon sang a few songs which was appreciated by all. We then headed back to the caravan park to try to get a good sleep as we had a long drive of 759kms the next day.

The Alternative Activities by Caroline Davy

Reporter notes that we had most vehicles unavailable for passenger duties, so we organised a small bus and Evan planned a day of sight-seeing, shopping and “being in Alice” for the Wheelies. Thanks Evan, for getting it together so well and for giving up your day for the Wheelies. Craig drove the bus and medical Escorts made it possible to get everybody around.

Meanwhile, as well as vehicle repairs, we had eight radios which needed attention and organised everybody for this. A bit of waiting around, but at least when we left The Alice we could talk to each other! Shannon needed a visit to the Dentist – and with only two Dentists in town, getting him an appointment was due to persistence of Christine from the Northern Territory Tourist Commission who just kept ringing them to make sure she got a cancellation. This was typical of the incredible assistance Christine had given to the whole project over nearly a year. She probably contributed most of anybody outside the actual project towards our efforts – and it was just great to meet her for the first time at the Alice Springs Council Civic Reception. The voice on the phone became a real person and we can never thank her enough.

As far as the press in Alice was concerned, we had three minor celebrities: Danny and Albert who climbed Uluru and Branka who wheeled herself around the base – so after the session on Mt. Gillen Caroline took them and all the chairs for more interviews. First was ABC Radio live to air, then ABC News for syndication and then ABC TV news, also syndicated nationally. In between all that some more backing and forthing with Impaja Television and the Centralian Advocate who processed some of the film Andrew shot of the boys climbing Uluru, and eventually syndicated the pictures to the Darwin press.

DAY 13: Alice Springs to Elliott

Thursday 7th July, 1994 - Report by George Szkoruda

Before departing the Good Day Mate Caravan Park, Alf Johnson’s tour group rolled into town. They decided the day before to make an early departure from where they were to get into Alice early hopefully to see us before we left. After we had a good chat with them we departed the caravan park at 9.30am, a late start for a 759km drive.
We said our goodbyes to Wayne and Trevor who were staying behind awaiting the completion of mechanical repairs and also to Brent (due to chicken pox).
We all headed north, had a quick morning tea at a petrol station as we all had to make up time.
After a few hours we all stopped at the Devils Marbles for lunch. We walked around to relax while the wheelies got out and stretched out and wheeled about there. Off again north to Tennant Creek where we all fuelled up and went up to a lookout called One Tank Hill Lookout. Leaving there we all headed north again to Elliott where we were all going to camp for the night at the Midland Caravan Park and have tea at the pub.
Caroline and Evan went to the pub to find out about organising tea and came back with a report that the pub was rough and danger was hanging on the front door steps. Some stayed at the caravan park opening up some tins of soup, etc. while those who decided to go to the pub decided to leave the cars at the caravan park for fears of the vehicles being stripped. We walked up to the pub in big group for a BBQ which had been earlier arranged at the back of the pub and was very nice. We returned later after a few refreshing drinks and hit the sack ready for another long day of driving. Most of the group chose to sleep under the stars which was most welcomed by the hungry mosquitos.
At about 1.30pm Wayne, Trevor, and their co-drivers Themis and Brett arrived at Elliott.

DAY 14: Elliott to Darwin

Friday 8th July, 1994 - Report by Michael Page

Eaten alive by mosquitos after sleeping out under the stars. Our morning tea stop was at the Daly Waters Roadhouse. We stopped for lunch in the park at Katherine.
Still driving and getting hotter, we pulled up at the Adelaide River War Cemetery for afternoon tea. We also saw the Crocodile Dundee Buffalo.
Our last long stretch of driving for the day into Darwin where we had no idea where we were going, but luckily found by members of the Darwin TLCC who guided us to the Howard Springs Caravan Park.

DAY 15: Darwin

Monday 9th July, 1994 - Report by Albert Lee

The day began with a mad scramble to catch the early morning wheel chair race. Albert competed in a 13.2km race from the Atrium Hotel to Marrara Sports Complex. It was a good race with Albert ending up in the middle of the field. The welcoming committee was fantastic!! Each competitor got a rousing applause from the rent-a-crowd (Operation Foxtrot Papa crowd).
After the excitement of the morning it was down to doing the usual mundane chores of clothes washing, car washing but mostly an oil change and grease and general service of most vehicles.
Some relaxed by swimming in the pool while others enjoyed a trip to Parap Market. Caroline led a merry crowd to Casurina Shopping Complex for a gathering of extra supplies. We also met the Bassan family there. They joined us for lunch and helped with transporting all the goodies and saved us from making two trips.
Those back at camp had a brilliant idea of a seafood barbecue and produced culinary delights of Barramundi, prawns, scallops and mussels.
Many thanks to Derek McCarthy of the Darwin TLCC for the use of his yard for the servicing and use of tools. The working crew was amazed at how New Zealanders change their sump oil, by leaving the plug out??!!
The afternoons entertainment for most of the group was the fish feeding at Aquascene, Doctors Gully Darwin. A most enjoyable afternoon.
We met with members of the Darwin TLCC at the Darwin sailing club where we enjoyed an evening of cheer and conversation. A very enjoyable meal was had by all whilst viewing a magnificent sunset.

DAY 16: Darwin to Cooinda

Monday 10th July, 1994 - Report by Kate Peterson

I must say, it’s rather unfortunate that I selected this day to report on, as I actually missed most of it. Peter, Daniel, Sharon and myself had had an ‘all-nighter’ starting at the Darwin Sailing Club, continuing at the Darwin Casino and ending back at camp at 6.30am … just in time to grab some breki, make a sandwich and help pack up. Poor Andrew had the misfortune of having both Sharon and I in his car pushing up Zs most of the day – great company.
By all counts, we didn’t miss much as the scenery was pretty ho hum. Anyway, as far as I can recollect, the first stop was the Bark Hut Inn. I awoke to my door being flung open and Ali and Tony Price spraying cold water on me. It was a particularly warm day so this was rather refreshing. I must have gotten out of the car because I have some cloth badges to prove I was there.
On the road again and more sleep. The next thing I remember we all had lunch, bought souvenirs and generally checked the place out.
There was a display room (local plants, wildlife, Aboriginal history etc.) and a slide show. After about an hour, we set off again and it wasn’t long before long before we got to our destination. Camp was set up in no time and before I knew it I was in the pool cooling off.
We gathered back at camp for nibblies and a brief on “things to do and see” in Kakadu. That night, many of us booked on scenic flights and Yellow Water cruises for the following 3 days. After a shower, I was off to the bistro where Dan and Pete had been installed since our arrival. Daniel had been found by caricaturist, Mick Joffe, who is gathering bibliographies and scribbling caricatures of the interesting people he meets on his travels throughout the country in order to publish them in a book. His drawing of Dan was a classic. Look out for it in a bookstore near you! Missed dinner and didn’t get back to camp until the wee hours of the morning – too much fun to be had.

DAY 17: Kakadu National Park

Monday 11th July, 1994 - Report by Andrew Neverly

Our second free day in Kakadu. After sussing out the scene with a couple of locals the previous night, Ian our expedition doctor and I decided to ease the pace and take the locals advice and hang out next day at Barramundi Gorge ‘the best swimming spot around’, minus the residents with a predatory inclination.
We woke about 9.30am to another clear sunny day in the high 20s. The camp was virtually empty by this time with most people having had breakfast and long gone to various destinations around the park.
After breakfast and picking up a couple of stragglers, in the names of Themis and Mary, we departed.
From Cooinda we travelled about 45kms on the black top to the turn off to Maguk previously known as Barramundi Gorge. From the turnoff we were soon in giant termite mound country with some over 3 metres high. After the obligatory photos and 12kms of good dirt road we arrived at the car park. The walk to the Gorge was easy (not accessible unfortunately for wheelchairs though) with stunning views of the crystal clear waters of Barramundi Creek surrounded by Pandadis Palms. Themis, our expedition angler was quick to identify the many varieties of fingerlings.
The Gorge consisted of a large swimming hole with a 10 metre fall flowing into it. The most interesting swimming was in the narrow gorge feeding the falls. Being only a few metres wide it was at least 7-8 metres in depth. It was fun watching the tourist guides demonstrate to their clients the art of diving 10 metres from the highest cliffs surrounding the gorge. It didn’t take Ian our “Mad Doctor” long before he too was diving or jumping, if only from half the height. There was also a neat underwater rock tube to dive into which takes you into the main part of the gorge underwater.
After a great afternoon together we headed back to Cooinda for a spectacular sunset over Yellow Waters, dinner and the pub afterwards.

The Alternative Activities Reporter (Caroline Davy)

That Sharon, Alison and Rita deserted us for the hardships of the Alligator Hotel at Jabiru. Apparently Sharon’s cousin works there and needed them to assist with activities like sleeping in beds, taking hot baths, luxuriating in 5-star accommodation and being pampered by the pool. Somebody had to do it!!!
Quite a number of vehicles took a part of Wheelies to visit Twin Falls. A corrugated road fives out to a 4WD track and then you have to walk. Some ingenious use of snatch straps helped get some of the way in but in the end we made it to the river by a lot of pushing, carrying and picking our way over rocks, through sand and around vegetation.
The Falls can only be seen by swimming quite a way down the river – so we set out, some on li-los, Noel had a tyre tube for Sally, some just swimming with the group. Michael was first down the river on his li-lo, Albert was there too and Branka was back in the water for her first real swim since her accident. What a great place – some parts of it could be used as locations for an exotic tropical movie – and it was its own brand of paradise to swim under the high cliffs, to soak up some warmth from the rocks in the stream and to just take in the scene.

DAY 18: Cooinda

Monday 12th July, 1994 - Report by Brett Nicholas

Today is a free day with everyone doing their own thing and enjoying the multitude of activities on offer. I had decided to look at Jabiru and Obiri Rock, so late morning I set off with Steve, Jill, Mandy, Shannon and Peter for Jabiru.
We found the thriving metropolis of Jabiru (although I doubt this is really a town as it does not appear to have a pub) and attended to our financial needs and sample the local culinary delights – the local fish and chip shop. After the Jabiru experience we continued our journey to Obiri Rock and spent a pleasant afternoon taking in the sights.
On arrival back at camp a few of us decided to attend the local hotel and replenish our liquid supplies. Unfortunately we were held captive and forced to consume vast quantities of alcohol until the small hours of the morning. A pleasant time was had by all and thus ends the story.

DAY 19: Last day at Cooinda

Monday 13th July, 1994 - Report by Tom Masters

The day started at 6.00am getting ready to go on a cruise at Yellow Waters, about 2kms from the Cooinda campground. The cruise lasted two hours from 6.45am until 8.45am, a great way to see the early morning wildlife like crocodiles, sea eagles, pelicans, whistling ducks, dingos and the many other birds at that time of the day, too many to list here.
After the cruise, four of us went to the Border Store which is on the border of Arnhem Land and Kakadu. We got some photos of the causeway which is the border between Kakadu and Arnhem Land, don’t cross it without a travel permit.
We then finished the day’s touring by looking at the rock paintings at both Obiri and Nourlangie Rocks.
Kakadu is a very interesting place and I would like to go back one day. Any of you that haven’t been there yet, go, you will enjoy yourself.

DAY 20: Cooinda to Katherine

Monday 14th July, 1994 - Report by Brian Costin

We left base at Cooinda after the usual mad scramble. I had the privilege of riding in Brett’s troopie. Our first stop was a photo opportunity with the largest termite mounds I have ever seen! We then moved on to UDP Falls.
After a refreshing cuppa I checked out the swimming hole. On the way, I noticed a yabby hiding in submerged roots. A young girl from Miami USA, noticed it also prodding it with a stick. I told her what it was, how to catch and cook them. I then wandered down to the swimming hole for an hour or so admiring the view. After lunch we moved off to Pine Creek for afternoon tea and then off again on our way to Katherine (Springvale Homestead).
After setting up camp I had to wait around for Pissy Pete to finish a beer to get a lift with Graham into town to get some cash, which I did eventually after trying every ATM in town! We then went back to camp to plan our next day in Katherine.

DAY 21: Katherine

Monday 15th July, 1994 - Report by Mary Bell

The day dawned with the return of “Boomerang Brent” fresh from his recovery of a bout of Chicken Pox. Brent talked wildly about his fond memories of the salty pizzas and the 470 bricks in his motel room back at the Alice.
The activity for the day was a cruise down Katherine Gorge. On the boat we headed up and putted down the gorge munching on the odd apple and boiled lolly. We were treated to a 360 degree turn and then a reverse 360 degree with a full forward thrust before berthing in the gorge.
We unloaded and with a bit of gentle coaxing, hand holding and piggy backing, everyone was transported across the rocks to the second gorge for another short cruise. We were informed of a few cultural events held in this gorge including a Bolero performance.
Everyone was then transported back across to the first boat where we were treated to another cultural performance – Andrew swimming in his ‘Y fronts’.
The afternoon saw many divergent activities including horse riding, canoeing, Red Roostering, visiting the Katherine Show or just plain chilling out.
Some flash nibblies were handed around at sunset and a BBQ followed with adequate supplies of chops and rissoles.
Shannon and the musical crew put on a great show at the local campground Country & Western performance. The last ones wheeled back home at the decent hour of about 1.30am.

DAY 22: Katherine to Daly Waters

Monday 16th July, 1994 - Report by Alison and Tony Price

We awoke to yet another fine day, had breakfast and coffee on the run as usual. Packed up and set off south heading for Mataranka Thermal Springs. The drive was typical highway driving with the convoy until just before Mataranka, one of our group ran out of fuel and had to top up from a jerry can which got him to the servo where some of us were waiting. (Who was that person who ran out of fuel on day 5? Ed.)
After refuelling we turned left towards the springs where we all met up again. We spent about 3 hours there, either relaxing in the thermal pool or swimming in the river just behind the springs. The river was a lot cooler than the springs but in some places the hot springs water flowed in causing varied changes in water temperature (we had a lot of fun chasing the hot spots).
We had lunch while drying off in the lovely sunshine and bought our souvenirs. We once again caught up with TLCC members Claude, Jenny, Daniel and Emma Bassan who we had seen a few days earlier in Darwin during their touring around Australia.
We proceeded to the Old Elsey Cemetery and after a quick look around we were soon back on the highway heading for Daly Waters.
Upon reaching Daly Waters, some went to see the tree where the explorer John McDougall Stuart carved his initials in 1862, the tree now reduced to a large stump.
When we reached the campground behind the pub, the pub owner waved the camping fees as he had heard of our group and supported the cause.
After setting up camp we proceeded across to the pub for dinner where arrangements had been made prior for the 47 of us. There was a choice of either steak, barra or both along with a delicious salad selection. The food was great and we all enjoyed our meal. Our band was invited to play during the evening where we received a good reception. Most of the crowd had a good night at the pub where some of our passengers made very good use of the cocktail list with everyone eventually retiring to bed after an enjoyable evening.

DAY 23: Daly Waters to Barkly Homestead

Monday 17th July, 1994 - Report by Steve Curtis

Experienced at rising early, breakfast and packing promptly, we departed at 8am for a short drive to one of the old WWII airstrips. This was a great spot to obtain a group photo displaying our formation driving skills. After the second attempt we headed off for the seven hundred kilometre drive to Barkly Homestead.
We arrived at Cape Crawford in time for lunch. Caroline and Sharon gave a radio interview at the bar while the rest of us admired a gyrocopter that landed to refuel. After a leisurely break we set out again discovering somebody’s back paddock. Just one big open field without a tree, hill or anything in sight. Another two hundred and something K’s we found an afternoon tea stop, alongside a large windmill.
Four hundred K’s after lunch we arrived at the Barkly Homestead and pitched our tents as the sun went down. We cleaned up and surprised the cook with another fifty meals required for tea. They really looked after us as they didn’t expect to prepare so many meals on short notice, after all this is the outback. The surprises continued, as Neal who went home sick from Darwin, arrived back during the evening meal. A pleasant evening that had to end because the bar was closing and some wished to arise early to watch some sort of soccer thing.

DAY 24: Barkly Homestead to Mount Isa

Monday 18th July, 1994 - Report by Pissy Pete (Peter Marchant)

Point form poetry stuff
Barkly Homestead to Mount Isa
Woke up toooo bloody early
Soccer Ha Ha Ha
Andy took over or overtook again?
At least he keeps us awake
Termite mounds
Crossed N.T. - Q.L.D. border
Roadkill
Stopped at Camooweal
Termite mounds
Mary slammed Branka’s fingers in door
Roadkill
Caroline’s got a mad aunty
Loves beer but hates pubs
Roadkill (feral pig)
Mount Isa
Tour Organiser left her navigator in town
Helped do shopping – Thirsty work!
Danny woke up – been having good dreams all day
Went out for Chinese feed
Neal was a party pooper
Cecil was a good bloke
Everybody’s birthday
Stanley was better
Shouted me and Danny drinks
Wrote a lot of stuff on a serviette

DAY 25: Mount Isa to Birdsville

Monday 19th July, 1994 - Report by Evan Smith and Carolyn

First Convoy
Today is going to be a long day so we rose early enough to see a delightful sunrise with a temperature of –3 degreesC, however the start of the day saw some minor problems. At 9am all those vehicles ready and able to move, fuelled up and the first convoy departed, leaving behind Tony with the H.F. Radio, Barry with starting problems, Brett with getting out of bed trouble, a couple of ‘bush mechanics’, and the Scout, which is another story altogether.
We had a good run to Djarra apart from a few chipped windscreens caused by a fast semi and two faster troopies – gee can’t those troopies go!
After morning tea it was another good run to Boulia, where we stopped for lunch and a look around town. Daniel spied Peter, heading for the pub, from his ambulance bed and decided to follow, but alas, he then discovered that his wheelchair was in Barry’s car, which was in the second convoy still at Mt. Isa. What a plight to be in! (Maybe a ploy from the medical staff to keep him lying on his stomach after developing a pressure sore). However ‘where there is a will there is a way’ and he made it to the pub. Boulia has been made famous by the Min Min light and the red stump, but it appears the town itself has seen better times. Several shops and the Westpac Bank all had their doors firmly shut. One pub, one garage and one general store still remain open. Judging by the size of hats for sale there this Shire must have some ‘mighty big men!
We remove Pete and Danny from the pub and are back on the road again. We now farewelled the bitumen for sand and gravel tracks. Communication with Tony over the H.F. is poor but we do hear that the second convoy is on the road.
Andrew suddenly realises that he has a C.B. in his vehicle so he ‘hogs it’ however he does have a pleasant voice.
Graham then gave us a demonstration on how to drive with three tyres and hop on one rim. With one more ‘flat’ in the convoy we arrive at Bedourie for a tea break and ‘fuel up’. Caroline meets up with the Mayor. Graham finds the Shire Council garage just waiting with a supply of new tyres specially made for the 80 Series (I wonder if there is a moral in that story).
On the road again Caroline discovered that back country fuel stops are not the best and a new petrol filter was required. One more stop and George now holds the record for ‘the most flats’ (eight flats).
The last part of the journey was made in the dark. We arrived at Birdsville and Daniel was very relieved to see the new camping ground facilities complete with excellent wheelchair accessibility (if only desperate Danny had a wheelchair he could make good use of these conveniences).
The second convoy only suffered one ‘flat’ during the day and arrived thirty minutes later. ‘Desperate Danny’ was reunited with his chair. What a relief!
Nibbles and a large pot of soup satisfied everyone’s hunger and we all retired to our beds to avoid the cold evening.

Report by Trevor Philip

Second Convoy
Day 25 dawned, everyone enthusiastically packing again anticipating an 8am start. The mechanics made an early start on a repair to the Scout and found that the righthand flexible brake hose was broken. After a hurry and flurry around Mt. Isa, we got the said vehicle repaired and the second convoy was on its way at approximately 11am. Incidentally, the local press arrived for an interview and photos whilst the vehicle repairs were underway.
Once we left Mt. Isa the pace was picked up heading for our lunch stop at Boulia where we enjoyed leftovers of the Chinese meal from the previous evening (which was greatly appreciated by the second convoy).
After lunch we proceeded down to Bedourie where everyone refuelled and then it was on to Birdsville. Brett was the only one with a problem, a flat tyre. We arrived at Birdsville at about 8pm to a cold and windy night. After a hearty meal of soup we retired for an early night.

DAY 26: Birdsville

Monday 20th July, 1994 - Report by Jill and Steve Curtis

Arising to another fiery sunrise or sleep in and wake to the smell of fresh pancakes. As this is a free day, our options are Trek to the sand dune “Big Red”, look around town, go to the famous Birdsville Hotel or fix punctures (about 5 today).
Big Red is 36km out of town and the first real sand dune to cross heading across the Simpson Desert. We tried the different driving techniques to cross it, with differing success and even had some of our “Wheelie” friends conquer it. After lunch we headed back to town for a refreshing ale and/or a look at the museum.
A short walk after tea found us all in the now crowded pub for a super gala night. We spent many hours participating with the locals in the merriment of the occasion, listening to tall tales and true, music and poetry. The highlight of the night was Daniel’s grand entrance. He literally brought the house down, when persuaded to play his newly acquired didgeridoo. The evening concluded in the traditional style of happiness befitting this great establishment, but for now it’s off to bed, ready to pack for an early start tomorrow.

The Alternative Activities Reporter (Caroline Day)

notes that a couple of people stayed in camp while everyone else went to Big Red. Many actually did some schoolwork, Graham read a bit and then went on the rounds with Caroline while she organised the concert. First to arrange the venue: a bit of sorting out licensing requirements, and the Green Lizard Room was ours for the night. Then several visits to the school to borrow some PA equipment and microphones (first to make contact, then to follow progress of the ring-around to members of the P&C Committee for approval for the loan). We went around and talked to most people in the town (you can do that in Birdsville!) to invite them to the evening and persuade them to present an item.
Planning for the concert had started about 6 months before we left Sydney and we had made contact with several people in the town by letter or phone. We found that everyone was pretty good at dobbing others in to perform, but we ended up with terrific support from the locals as Steve and Jill note: one even wrote a poem for us commemorating our discovery that the taps in the disabled amenities are connected the wrong way around (no-one had used them before!).

DAY 27: Birdsville to Innamincka

Monday 21th July, 1994 - Report by Bette Brian

After the excellent Galah (rib tickling) Concert the night before, we departed Birdsville in two convoys a bit later than the usual 8am. We followed the Birdsville Development Road then turned onto the Strzelecki Track towards Innamincka.

Our convoy (second) stopped at the Cadelga Outstation ruins for lunch. Whilst wandering through the ruins you have to admire the courage of the people who originally built and lived in these harsh and desolate areas. After speaking briefly to another group of 4WDrivers who had heard about our Foxtrot Papa tour on the radio, we continued on along the Strzelecki Track. Along this stretch are millions of red gibber stones and very little vegetation – but any cattle sighted along here looked very fat and healthy.

The varying red tones of the sand dunes in the area were quite spectacular. Before arriving at Cardillo Downs we wondered why and how anyone can live in these areas. The young couple who have been living at Cordillo Downs for the past year are very happy there with their 3 young children under the age of 5. This station, at one time was the largest sheep station in the world, but drought conditions and eventually the dingos brought an end to the sheep at Cordillo Downs.

Late in the afternoon, we arrived at our campsite alongside the Cooper Creek. We drove into Innamincka to buy a few things and found the town abuze with many people there ready for the next day’s celebrations of the opening of the old Innamincka Hospital as a museum.
After a superb camp oven meal of roast chicken and vegetables, we had our second “fines night”. The camp fire was a most welcome part of the evening with the night temperatures getting quite chilly again. Sally read her “Ode of thanks” to some of the group, thanks Sally, before we all retired for the evening.

DAY 28: Innamincka to Tibooburra

Monday 22th July, 1994 - Report by Col Jaegar

Leaving camp we motored on to Burkes original grave site, form there it was onto the Dig Tree for morning tea. After a cuppa and much discussion about who was going via the Bore Track or to Innamincka and down the Strzelekci Track to Tibooburra.
The convoy then split with 8 vehicles going each way. On arriving back at Innamincka we were in time to see the Royal Flying Doctor Service plane taxiing down the main street. On board were dignitaries for the opening of the Hospital Museum. Dick and Pip Smith from the Australian Geographic, spoke briefly with some of our group and posed for a couple of photos together with Drew Kettle the Swaggie and his dog Laddie.
From there it was down the road to Camerons Corner for smoko. This section of the Strzelekci Track with its up, down, up down of 216 dunes (by Tony and Alison Prices’ calculations on a previous trip) didn’t quite agree with poor Rita, she didn’t look well at all but recovered after a short break.
The other convey that travelled via the Bore Track arrived at Camerons Corner about half an hour after us. They had a couple of mechanical problems arriving a lot later than they expected.
Just on sunset, it was then onto the last leg of our trip for the day. By the end of the day we had been and crossed quite a few borders – S.A. – Q.L.D. – S.A. – Q.L.D. – N.S.W.
We arrived at Tibooburra at about 9.00pm so the group were divided up into 2 groups and ate at the two pubs in Tibooburra. Beware of the homemade pies at one of the pubs, 2 members of our trip suffered food poisoning and a lady from Gail and Kevin Perry’s trip the week before had suffered the same problem.

DAY 29: Tibooburra to Nyngan

Monday 23th July, 1994 - Report by Rita Cusmiani

Convoy split into 2 groups again with Barry heading the first and Tony the second.
Heading down the Silver City Highway. Fairly good read – unsealed, but in good condition. A few more big dippers but nothing like the 216 on the previous day.
Stopped somewhere along the road for morning tea and then stopped for lunch at White Cliffs (an opal mining town). The owner of the motel was very kind to provide tea and coffee and then give us a tour through the premises of the underground motel.
Excellent facilities – and totally wheelchair friendly. All of the wheelies on the tour were impressed and stated they would love to come back for a holiday/stopover.
We crossed paths with the 2nd convoy at the motel.
Found tar road after Wilcannia and headed for Nyngan. Stopped at Cobar for fuel and to do a good check over Caroline’s car, Shannon managed to make contact with a kangaroo – it didn’t make it, and the car wasn’t too badly damaged.
Arrived at the Riverside Caravan Park at 7.30pm. The area set aside for us, was near the river, and the fire had already been set up. It was a great welcome for the 2nd convoy.
Last camp dinner – lamb and steak. Awards night – Caroline and Shannon presenting various awards for particular happenings along the way – each individual received one, which was a lot of fun.
Most of the gang slept out under the stars again – quicker escape to Sydney.

DAY 30: Nyngan to Sydney

Monday 24th July, 1994 - Report by Themis Theodore

We managed to leave Nyngan a bit after 10.00am and that was early considering the time some went to bed the night before.
On the way, we decided to have our first stop at Wellington, where we had brunch. Some people inspected the caves and food houses, bottle glass house, old trains etc, and others didn’t feel like doing much – and who could blame them for being tired, ending a big trip like Foxtrot Papa.
Our next stop was a fuel stop at Orange. The next stop, McDonalds at Lithgow, was an essential stop to farewell Rachelle, where her parents were waiting to pick her up.
We also farewelled Daniel as he was getting dropped off at Blackheath by George. It was a very emotional time for all.
After we left Lithgow we had decided to make our last fuelling stop along the M4 at Eastern Creek where a lot of people left to go straight home. More high emotions and tears.
Finally the remaining vehicles made it to South Hurstville where we said our last farewells and made a promise for a reunion.
Everyone had made their way home by 9.00pm after what had been a very long but just as enjoyable trip and a great experience that will stay with us forever.