glass.
âGood morning, Miss Gorgeous.â
âGood morning, Dave,â I say, and Iâve decided to call him Dave rather than Dimbo because Iâd thought he was just a fat bus driver who only loved his bus when we first met him, and not a person at all, but I liked the way he didnât get upset when all the kids started singing and calling him Dimbo, and I especially liked the way he helped some of the smaller kids put up their tents last night when he didnât have to and had driven the bus all day and must have been tired and could have said he was just here to drive the bus, he wasnât Weary Dunlop or Mahatma Gandhi or something. And I really liked it when Luisa said, as politely as anything, âSarah and me canât get our pole straight, can you help us, please, Mr Dimbo?â, and he just smiled and said, âJust a second, luvvy, as soon as I finish here.â
âWhatâs wrong with you this morning?â he asks now.
âNothing.â
âYou sure? Iâve got a girl just your age.â
âDonât you get giddy?â
âTrying to figure her out, you mean?â
âNo, driving the bus and looking at the road all the time.â
âYou get used to it. Just like anything.â
âI wouldnât,â I say. âEver.â And then: âOh, yuk, did you see that?â
âYeah,â Dave says. âSomeoneâs got a sense of humour.â
A cheer goes up from the middle of the bus where the boys have just seen it â a dead roo propped up against a white road post as if itâs waiting to hop on board, and it might just as well be alive, the way itâs standing, except itâs lost its head completely and all thatâs sticking out of the top part of its body is a white neck bone.
âYou never get away from it out here,â Dave says. âThatâs why I donât drive at dusk or dawn if I can help it. The roos are as thick as grasshoppers then, and you keep thinking theyâll be leaping through the glass and into your lap next.â
And now I look properly, itâs not just dead roos but foxes and birds â galahs and emus and hawks â and theyâre everywhere, every twenty yards, sometimes not even that, and on the road itself there are great red patches where the animals have been hit and their blood smeared and spread by the wheels. And some of the patches, I see, are still wet and swish under the busâs tyres.
âSemis, roadtrains, buses, four-wheels â¦â Dave says. âThatâs mostly what you get out here. And theyâve all got the big roo bars on the front. Travelling like this, a hundred, hundred and ten k an hour, they just blow the animals apart. The fellow without the noggin back there, he mustâve just been clipped.â
âItâs awful,â I say.
âItâs life, luvvy.â
âThis road ââ
âAmazing, isnât it? Itâs one of the straightest bits of road in the whole country. Apart from the Nullarbor. Forty-eight kilometres flat before we hit the first sign of a bend.â
âSo, why donât they see them?â
âWho?â
âThe kangaroos and foxes. Why donât they see the buses and four-wheel drives coming?â
âI donât know, luv. At night they must see the lights from miles away and run straight towards them.â
âAnd into them once they get there.â
âYou make it sound like suicide.â
âAnd all that blood on the road. Yu-k!â
âLater,â he says, âyouâll see some actual red roads.â
âYou mean dust?â
âNo, no, itâs proper tarmac, itâs just red, thatâs all. Itâs probably the sands, or something they mix in with the gravel. It comes up through the tar, and youâd swear the road was painted. I like it myself, itâs easy on the eyes, and the white lines stand out so
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