Sunday, 8 June 2014

Day 2: The one finger wave on the way to Gundabooka

At what point do you start to wave to passing traffic?  This is a long vexed question that I had pondered as I got on the road again leaving Goobang National Park. 

The wave can take many forms.  There is the one finger wave - where you leave your hands on the steering wheel and slowly lift your left index finger. This is the favourite of the truckies (more out of boredom I think).  There is also the fly swat wave - this is where you begin to wave your hand then realise that the oncoming car is ignoring you so you pretend to be swatting a fly.  You find that you are inclined to wave more if it is a fellow compatriot ie; caravaner to caravaner, camper tourer to camper tourer or local to local.  The wave can say so much in a passing moment as the two of you rush pass each other.

G'day mate.
G'day.
Traffic been ok?
Yep. Having a good trip?
Sure am.  It's great to be out in this great country.
You betcha.
Have a safe journey
You to.  

For me the first wave occurred between a little town called Tottenham and Buddabaddah ( no I did not make that up).  From here it was back on to the Barrier Highway before turning off at Cobar to make my way to Gundabooka National Park for the night.  I got there just as the sun disappeared over the low flat mulga so it was a quick dinner then bed in the hope for an early morning sunrise.



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