I found to my displeasure that I could only buy a six pack. That would not last long. Then I met two female tour guides who asked for a ride back to their camp. I complained to them about the alcohol buying policies, inflicted for the protection of the local Aborigines, which means that the visitors have to suffer as well. One of the girls went back in with my money and came back with twenty-four green ones.
Tour guides have special privileges.
I drove them back to their camp where their tourists were missing. Later that night they were taking their prot g s to see the sunset at Uluru , to drink champagne and presumably listen to schmaltzy new age music that should accompany any true tourist experience in the outback. I had promised to meet Nigel in the bar at Sails in the Desert with a blonde package under each arm. The project had not progressed, since I had refrained from attacking the local Helgas und Heidis, ja. I tried to invite them for drinks.