the blonde's guide to changing a car tyre

five hours & a ten kilometer walk to intermittent mobile reception after we blew & shredded our cooper 4WD tyres on some bad ass guillotine rocks we made brief contact with a voice over 300 kilometers away. before losing contact again. the eerie shadowy bush echoing back our desperate calls.

ingenious chick answers to broken jack know-how, cleverly placed hair clips & girlie guns stranded deep in the australian bush until an unlikely knight turned up in the middle of the looming darkness. for a [very long] minute there mcgyver would have been impressed. NRMA SCHMENRMA...