You think you've made it through all those obstacles. You've driven for days on the roughest roads some people have ever seen, and the car is covered in red dirt and you are almost as red.
You've found the last carpark near the already busy access track. You're finding the going a bit challenging over rocky hill and down rocky dale in the heat and the humidity but you know you've only got a kilometre or so to go. You can soldier on.
"It's just over that hill" you think, almost there, and you notice way up in the distance some of the other pilgrims falling by the wayside. The are either standing still as though they've been turned into a pillar of salt or sitting as though resting on whatever horizontal surface they can find, all of them heads bowed apparently in prayer.
It's very odd.
As you get closer to them the phone in your pocket dings that little ding that lets you know that you have a message and you too fall under the siren's spell.
By some quirk of geography there's a tiny area at the very tip of mainland Australia which receives full 4G signal from both major service providers overflowing from towers on the islands beyond, yet remaining in shadow everywhere else on the mainland. Suddenly the quest is forgotten and we all stop to check a fortnight's worth of messages, update our playlists, send selfies to Insta, and of course make that call to anyone we can think of:
"Hey Mum, Guess where I am?"
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