Nothing like going to sleep on the floor of a Chieftain alone only to wake up to the sound of someone sitting in the back seat chundering all over the inside of the open door.
Birdsville weekend in the last few years has been relatively tame to what it used to be when I first got involved in it. People wandering around everywhere in various states of inebriation, cans rolling around in the gutter (sometimes people too!) men peeing behind trees - & this was just on the way up! The old Cherokee sixes would be loaded to the gills with fuel, bums in seats, swags, eskies etc. & you would wonder how in hell they were going to get off the ground! Over the course of the weekend at least one idiot would either get lost, run out of fuel or crash. Ahhhh - those were the days!
DF.