The car drove on until it reached a camping space of flat ground. "How about here?" I suggested to my father. He nodded. "It's close to the facilities and the billabong is only a 10 minute walk." Mother nodded approvingly to show that she agreed. "Rachel, why don't you go exploring, the tent is easy enough for two people." I forgot! It's a easy pop up tent! Let's get cracking. I walk up to the reception, taking a map out of the container, obviously for the new campers. Let's see......... facilities over there, our campsite is over on this side..... hey? Where's the billabong? I suddenly have this feeling that I'm being watched, and turn around to see an indigenous woman, quite old, giving me a funny look. Our eyes meet, then she scurries away. Odd, I thought. Causally, I walk over to a small wooden shack: The reception. I enter.
The bell on the door jingles as I enter. A plump woman, about 45, is at the counter. "Excuse me" I begin politely, "How come the billabong isn't on the map?" The woman stares at me. "Billabong? Ye' must be talkin' rubbish, there ain't no billabong here." She turns back to the book she was reading, that I only just noticed. "If ye' want an answer, ol' Martha's the person ye' should be askin'." She nods towards a woman outside. A old woman, at least turning 80. "Martha know all sorts o' things. Real friendly with those natives, I'll tell ye' that." She hadn't looked up from her book, and the conversation was over. I turn my back and head for the door.
Stay tuned for part 6!! Just to let you know, when I say indigenous or native, I'm not trying to be racist. Just in case you guys got confused. Thanks for reading!
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Banshee by the Billabong
Adventure::COMPLETE:: Rachel's just your average teenage girl of 13. When her family goes camping in the Australian wilderness,Rachel is really excited. But after a huge storm, Rachel is separated from her family. Slowly,Rachel destiny become entwined with...
