Chapter Eleven – A Wrong Way To Go
The regional centre for the Top End, Darwin boasted a population pushing one hundred-fifty thousand. Overwhelmed, Ethan nosed his dusty, shot-up ute onto Mindil Beach’s main drag, his travel-weary eyes widening in sheer awe. Whistling his astonishment, he negotiated the traffic snarled road running parallel to the Timor Sea beyond, the picket-like fencing of high rise resorts. Breathing in a lungful of humid, salty air, he cruised down the busy street.
Countless palm trees sprouted from the footpaths. The honking of car horns met the screaming of gulls and pedestrians alike, their combined din drowning out the crash of waves upon the surf. Well up, the sun had shed its daybreak red, turning from orange to bright gold. His confidence grew, discovering th
