Heading down the highway.

I am down in the south coast of NSW Australia, looking after my mother who is recovering from surgery. As I travel about 300 km every day to visit her in hospital I am observing the local reality.

The highway is frequented by log trucks and camper-vans, the local towns are full of men with beards, women in track suits pushing prams, shops which offer farming equipment and tie dyed goods, followed by local service clubs offering Australian and Chinese meals with instant bingo satisfaction. Driving in this monotonous landscape, I feel like I am in a Steve Earl song where I just want to get away from it all.

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