Dreamtime

"There are only two ways for guys like me to go when life gets too much too bear," Max said.

"I know one of them,"I blurted for on more than one occasion, I had been asked to pick Max up from the Alice. There was no trouble finding him for there is only one pub in town.

Yes, there is the pub," he said. "I don't know what we'd do if the pub ever ran dry."

"The second remedy is to go Walkabout."

"That be true," Max said lapsing into bush dialect. "We go Walkabout, White guys go to the psychiatrist."

"Which is more effective?" I asked.

"Walkabout hands down," Max replied.

"Why do you think that is so?" I asked.

"For one thing, we've been at this Walkabout stuff for several thousand years. How long have Freud and his cronies been around?"

"Maybe a century," I conceded.

"One other thing," Max said as we could hear the bus grinding along the winding path that served as a road. "You guys have forgotten your myths and that's why you need to see psychiatrists," he said.

"You got me there, Max," I conceded.

"You'd better start raking the coals away from the damper," Max said. "Big mob of tourists be here plenty smart," he said brushing up on his bush idiom.
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