A Landcruiser roars to rest at the kerbside. The driver jumps out and slaps on his broad-brimmed hat. All his clothes, from top to boots, are tinged with a dusty red hue. His sun-induced wrinkles aren't even spared. He'll pick up some supplies as fast as possible, then head back out to his property.
A lady, probably in her fifth decade, strolls past with her labrador. The grains of wet sand are camoflaged by the dog's off-white hair. She wears a purple-flowered sarong, sandy bare feet and a smile.
A battered campervan creaks to a halt. The paintwork looks like grey, acid-wash jeans. A young couple slowly climb out, nattering away in German. Their bronze skin in decorated with frayed string and shell jewellery on ankles and wrists. They press a creased map out on the side of the van and decide where to go next.
Cable beach
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