Picture from Australia’s most famous horror movie – Wolf Creek

I was in high spirits as I finally bid Bellingen (ahhhh, what a heavenly heavenly place) farewell – the people there give the nicest hugs! Even though it was raining I was okay – it’s generally easier to hitchhike in the rain. In fact, I didn’t even make it to the hitching spot 100m down the road when a friendly trucker pulled up and told me to hop in. Andy even pulled over for me to see the waterfalls and the scenery as he drove me to Dorrigo.

I was on my way to a farm job in Orange (A town 500 or 800 km South-West from Bellingen) – I was finally going to mark off the remaining 46 days of rural work that I needed for my second-year visa which I need if I ever decided to brave Australia again! I was pretty chuffed that I’d secured a job and was even more chuffed that all my timings were going to work out perfectly!!

Andy apologized profusely for not being able to take me any further and apologized even more for not being able to stop the rain. I liked him. But as he drove away and the rain bucketed down and the mist descended so did my high-spirits – all I got was drenched as a handful of cars sped past splashing me. I was wet and miserable.

It felt like I had stood there for hours [but it was probably more like 15 minutes] when Julian pulled up in his ute. His cap was pulled low and his sunnies were on, but he smiled. “Where you goin?” I asked – “Armidale” he replied. “Mind if I jump in?” He seemed surprised that I did and then carried on rolling his joint.

Julian told me how he was presently on the run from the cops as we sped at 140km/h down the windy road – he wouldn’t tell me why he was running from them – just that he’s packed up house that morning and was going to hide out in Armidale at his secret house for a while. I tried to plaster a fear hiding smile across my face and tried to find a new topic…  “Kangaroos…” Then he steered off the main road and I started to get really worried – he sensed my panic. “Don’t want to go through any of those police checks” was his excuse – but I’d watched Wolf Creek and I knew that he really just wanted to murder me in the middle of nowhere!

“If you like kangaroos you really ought to come and see my house,” he said. I thanked him for the kind offer but refused – “there are koalas too,” he threw in as if he was an infomercial. “I’m really okay to get out here,” I said in my head – but I couldn’t think of an excuse to use with it and we were now on back roads so back that there were no cars anywhere… My brain started hyperventilating!!

As we continued towards somewhere passing “Armidale” after “Armidale” signs pointing in the opposite direction Julz told me about his days as a biker and told me how he was now a kangaroo whisperer. He can talk to them – it’s apparently the language of the clicking tongue.  I nodded believingly but was more  focused on watching for oncoming traffic to wave down and shout “help!!”

“Let me just drive you to Orange,” he said. Why did I tell him where I was headed?? Why?? “I need to meet up with a friend this evening” I lied – but I think lying is okay when you’re doing it to stay alive. “Ahhh, but I need to go to Orange anyway” he continued “tell your friend to meet you there – we’ll swing past mine and pick up my swag.” He was on his third joint when I talked him out of it and now he wanted me to deliver a “package” he had taped under the car’s carriage to a friend – I had to pose as his girlfriend while doing it…

The clouds burst open even more as we passed his friend’s house so I was spared – “I don’t want you to get wet my sweet sweet darling” – why on earth was he calling me “darling”??? “How lucky am I to pick up someone like you?” – What did he mean by that?? PANIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I saw another car and asked him to pull over – he refused – he said that he had sworn to drive me to Armidale and that’s where he would take me. He kept on asking me for this and that: his house – Orange – his other friend’s house – lunch… eventually I caved and said: “Okay I’ll have lunch with you – but only if it’s in town at a restaurant.” At least that way I was guaranteed some safe passage – I relaxed a bit.

I’ve never been happier to arrive in a small town – especially because I was still alive! And there were people around – I was safe! We were down a back road where no one would recognise him – but there were still people about!!

Julz wandered off to get some beers and I scribbled a quick note on a napkin for a waitress – asked her to call the cops – just in case there was trouble.

Julz took his time and I started wondering where he was- he wasn’t at the bar… I checked the car – just in case he was rummaging through the bags he’d made me leave locked up inside. I checked the bathroom – nope. And then he emerged from nowhere, drinks in hand.

Our food arrived as we sat discussing his collection of Papua New Guinea Voodoo art. What a strange strange man. I sipped the beer twice – but even through his sunnies that he had yet to remove [even in a dingy restaurant] I could still see him eyeing my drink – it may have all been in my mind – but that drink tasted different… What if he slipped me a roofie?? I waited till halfway through my meal when I ‘accidentally’ knocked my drink over.

“Let me just take you to Orange,” he said one last time. “No!” I said – “I’ll walk back to the highway from here”. “Get in the Ute,” his demeanour had changed. “I’m not going with you, give me my stuff.” “Get in the f*ing ute!” He grabbed my arm.  And then his face went pale! The notified waitress had assembled an entourage of people who stood watching intently as he finally let me unpack my bags. I felt like crying and throwing up at the same time I was that shook up. But I got straight back onto hitching immediately – I did not want him coming back again – he may have just been a very disturbed 58-year-old man – but I’ve never been that uncomfortable before and psycho killers are apparently a common breed in Australia!

I watched him drive down the road and park. I stuck my thumb out like my life depended on it and a family pulled up. I jumped in shaking but smiled politely at 4-year-old Tilly and Bonita and Desy. I was safe!  I glanced back once more and saw Julz driving off.

My new drivers had missioned through to Armidale for the horse races which had been rained out so they were going to Tamworth for the afternoon instead. Tamworth was my day’s target destination – it was perfect! – They even dropped me at the hostel and made sure I checked in okay!

In Tamworth, I had cellphone reception for the first time in more than a week so I called through to Orange to find out the exact location of my new farm home- voicemail.

The next day I tried again – it just rang. And now the number’s dead.

And this is where I sit – stuck in chicken farm land in the epicentre of nowhere where the Aussies don’t speak English (I don’t understand a word they say except “Keith Urban” (because he happened to play here last night) and the only foreigners are South Korean. I’m halfway between Sydney and Brisbane and 555km from everywhere coastal and I don’t have a clue what to do next… it’s time to get on the road and ask the first car that pulls up “where to?” Let’s hope they’re normal…

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