As we had a four wheel drive we thought we might test its capabilities to the full so rather than follow the tarmac highway we went off road and tried to plot our own course.
We got hopelessly lost of course and at one point came across a surprised islander, a whiskered, toothless old lady in rusty black clothes and with a wrinkled face that could easily be mistaken for a road map so we stopped and asked for directions to the park.
I can’t be sure but, even though she had probably never ever driven a vehicle in her life, she displayed great wisdom and I think she said that the really sensible thing was to go back to the main road because this was safer and even though she was quite insistent about this we ignored her advice and carried on along a boulder strewn track that tipped and lurched the vehicle for the next few kilometres until eventually we came to the boundary to the National Park marked by a sign carrying the mischievous El Diablo (The Devil) logo.
Have Bag, Will Travel 
Naughty, naughty. 😀 😀 😀
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It’s not a good road trip unless you get lost at least once.
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That is so very true – thank you for the comment!
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Always follow the advice of wizen old ladies. But never, and I repeat, never follow the advice of beautiful young maidens with perfect skin and hearts of pure evil.
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sounds like good advice! Thanks.
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