You stand on gravel the size of cricket balls. She accelerates off in a cloud of ochre. You watch the back of the silver Monaro as it fishtails along the road, if you can call it that. You’re sure she shouldn’t do more than fifty on this surface, but it looks like she’s pushing double that.
My family and I were holidaying at Lake Toba in Sumatra. It’s a huge lake, formed by a massive volcanic explosion over 70,000 years ago, perhaps the largest the world has ever seen. Legend has it that Lake Toba is so deep, people and boats have disappeared into its inky depths, only to be washed up weeks or months later at the opposite end of the lake, up to one hundred kilometres away. It’s said there are strange currents that suck you down under the water, even if you are a capable swimmer.