Cyclone Ingrid Part 2

We were dripping with sweat (reminded, though, that the ladies among us of course only glowed) but we had forgotten the heat by now. The bus had managed to continue to inch forward steadfastly. There could not have been much more than the merest whiff of fumes remaining in the tank by the time we

Singing After Cyclone Ingrid Part 1

Hao really sounded concerned. “I don’t think we have enough fuel!” The response from the six passengers was immediate and uniform: absolute alarm! All eyes were wide open; books, iPods and other distractions cast aside. We were in the Western Australian desert. Cyclone Ingrid had hit the State north of the region only a week