By LAURA PERCY
Dear Long Road Ahead…how differently I look at you now.
There once was a time where a road trip was high on my list of the worst things in the world that my parents could possibly subject me to.
As far as my ten year old self was concerned, that annual drive from Sydney to the Gold Coast for a family holiday at Easter equaled 11 hours of solid boredom and way too much time in a confined space with my little brother.
Kids today have no idea about what went on before those TV screens in the backs of seats were invented.
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We had to rely on our imaginations. We played games of ‘Eye Spy’ or ‘Spot the Animal,’ where we would receive coins from Dad based on the rarity of the animals we could spot. Unfortunately for Dad, there was that time when the circus drove by and that elephant trunk cleaned his wallet right out.
But Long Road Ahead, after years of opting for flight as my transport choice, I found myself back on the highway doing the Sydney to Gold Coast drive this past Easter. Only this time, things looked completely different. Like the guy sitting next to me for a start. Not my brother, but in fact my lover. Together we’ve travelled all over the world, but a good old fashioned road trip was a complete first for us and perhaps, a great test that every relationship should have.
Whilst in these bowser breaking times several tanks of petrol can often add up to more than the price of flying interstate, as well as taking a helluva lot longer, it was as you would know, beside the point.
The idea of having no agenda, stopping off in small little towns that grabbed our interest and spending some quality time together actually sounded like a brilliant idea. On the contrary to my child self, I was actively choosing to do this!