An Interesting Day

Good on you Adrian

A bit disturbing for you for the approach without you knowing but also a bit disturbing that the guy went for a wander and ended up at Pine Island. Yes, I know the area too.

Well done adrian, you got the bloke home safe and who knows what might have happened if you left him there. Sometimes when you do a nice thing ,KARMA , will come back and i hope it does. cheers

Good stuff Adrian ,funny you mention that story,I was out the scrub the other day and a car pulls up slowly and stops.
I wandered over thinking the bloke wanted to chat detecting,an old fella in his 80's painfully got out of the car,deaf as a post wanting to know if i'd seen WAYNE?
Who's Wayne I said, a friend he replied ,is he a prospector I asked,no he replied, bells started to ring
Any way he muttered some more stuff and wanted to know how to get out of the bush,luckily I could see the main road,I told him to turn right onto the main rd and that would get you back into Maldon,I suggested to him to go to the police station for help,he got in the car and off he went,strange encounter, I put the strange conversation down to his profound deafness.


cheers moredeep

With hindsight I should have quizzed him a bit more but he was a bit of an old gruff.
The town was only 5 minutes way so I knew he would make it to civilization.
As to Wayne who knows probably some old m8 who's long gone.
I checked social media just to double check that no one had escaped from the dementia unit

cheers moredeep

Fifty years ago I was in South Australia on a round Australia trip in a second hand, short wheel based, soft top, Landrover with my wife and then,  two and a half year old son. On the side of the road was a bloke in his late fifties, I guess, looking for a lift. It was a bit of a squeeze as he was a big, strong looking,  tall fellow. Anyway as we motored along he told me he was on the road looking for work. It sounded like the depression years. He then went on to say he was heading for Port Lincoln where there was a secret US submarine base and he hoped to get work there. I'd not heard of that. He then went on to say that one of the things that worried him was a place in the bush where a plane had crashed and there was a hostess sitting on a fence post. It became clear that the fellow was a bit challenged in the mental health department. Anyway, I let him off at the town he wanted to get down and wondered about the wisdom of stopping in those circumstances. Another time in the outback on a dirt track, got a wave from a group of three rough looking fellows standing by a car at the edge of the road. Hating to judge someone by their looks I stopped and they asked if they could borrow a gallon or two of petrol. If you were casting for a film they would have been right for the role of the gang of villains about to hit the passing motorist on the head and rob him. I had a gerry can on the back of the Landrover, gave them some fuel and continued on our way.

Years later, outback NT at night got waved down by an Aboriginal bloke who, it turned out, just wanted a cigarette. I didn't smoke so off I went with no unpleasant consequences.

Maybe sometimes good luck goes with being stupid or is it karma. Jump forward to 1983 in Kenya and I had filled up a tank of "gas" and headed off into the bush on a dirt road. Cough cough cough... The "gas" was diesel and the utility petrol. After a while a car came along. The African guy drained the fuel tank, gave us some petrol and refused to take any money for his help.

i guess I sound like a bloke destined to come to a nasty end but at 80 I would still stop for someone at the side of the road.

Destined to come to a nasty end? I highly doubt that. You've reached 80 years of age by doing what you've done, so not exactly a bad thing.
In life, we either do or we don't & I do believe there is more good in people, than there is bad.
As for Karma Absolutely agree. What goes round, does come round & more than once in a persons lifetime.
Good on ya Adrian, for you did what was right.

Cheers Kon.

Maybe ten year ago I was  driving to Nottingham from Leicester (UK) and was waved down on the  motorway slip road by a 50ish looking guy I think he was Rumanian and  he proceeded to tell me how his wife and child were in hospital in Portsmouth and  was desperate to get to them  , had no money and was about out of fuel.    I felt  a little moved with this  story,  he took off a heavy gold signet ring and presented to me saying ," please   give me what ever you can in return  for the ring " now as much as I wanted to believe him I had seen these rings before , I had one ! found on the surface  with the sovereign , they were fakes , Ive seen Gypsy women in town  trying to sell  them to passers by .     He sounded  so genuine ,   I realy wanted to believe  him  
What would  you do  ?

I gave him the ring back and all the change I had  may be £5 or £6 and wished him  well.

A day later ( I was a bit slow ) it dawned on me  he was on the north bound  slip road  if he was going to Portsmouth he should have been heading down the southbound   slip road

Me and my mate were on the Tanami road heading in to Alice Springs . About 30 miles out we met a guy in a ute. who said his water pump had gone . So we towed him into Alice Springs . Afterwards I worked out that he had run out of petrol . There was no water under his car . We towed him into a garage , night time , when we went passed a few hours later , it was gone . Should have asked him a few more questions and shown him the 303 !

Ahh well, Miner Mike, Come judgement day and you are standing waiting to be processed with the down escalator going... well down and the pearly gates to your right. The angels poring over the great book are shaking their heads and then nod to a couple of really big, burly angels who suddenly grab you and push you towards the down escalator... and then a voice calls out. "Hang on. There was this day on the Tanami ... it just tips the scales." and lo and behold the herald angels sing, the great pearly white doors swing open and a deep voice says, "This way, Mate."

This is also a true story . I was driving by myself , in the Landrover pulling the 14 ft . caravan . I was on the bitumen , heading east to Ouyen . A hitch hiker was looking for a lift , I did not stop for him, sometimes I do stop for them . As I passed , he put his hands up in prayer . 2 miles down the road a stone flew up and shattered the passenger window ! I will never forget that .

Harryopal, It is also said that even the reaper dresses well on a Saturday night. Don't just listen to the deep voice, but make sure that deep voice don't come with a pair of horns attached, for the elevator goes both up & down.
Not Karma, but more like synchronicity Mike (wrong place, wrong time or vice versa) for this were not planned as part of your journey, but unexpected.
Like always, it only takes one rotten to the core hitchhiker with evil intent, that makes it so much harder, on the many a good ones.
Mogy, although your gut instinct were telling you else-wise, for you had a good idea the ring was fake from the beginning, pity for the man, got the best of you.
Since the sin is not in trust, but in expectation, you have done the right thing (but this is where Karma steps in), for how long does that swindler think he can get away by doing what he does, before Karma catches up with him?  No one escapes, only a matter of time before he cops a good hiding from swindling or trying to swindle someone else.   
Me thinks its time to get out for a swing of a coil fellas.  

Cheers Kon.

Aww, come on Kon, don't be a dampener. These yarns are good, always fascinated to hear about the little life adventures that one goes through in the journey. Notice also that they emanate from the senior (in age) group of members of which, at 82, I am also one.

These anecdotes, to me, also emphasise the way in which our older generation had an attitude to provide help and assistance when needed. Over the years, we have ourselves stopped to help a disable vehicle only to find a scam involved. The worst was on the Tanami road, stopped to offer assistance to a group of "locals" to notice 2 kids climbing into the tray of the truck. Probably a case of "rush of blood" but I took off, they bailed out for me to see them in the rear vision losing plenty of bark on the corrugations.
We have been broken down on the side of the road quite a few times (usually a flat tyre) with most traffic not even bothering to slow down let alone stop to offer help. The folk who have stopped to offer assistance have usually been of a similar age to us.

I reckon there are good (Samaritan) yarns with unusual endings in many of us, but becoming so used to facebook and other social media the responses have degenerated to a basic thumbs up, love heart or similar.
Talk about "dumbing down", please lets not have it here. ("methinks its time to get out for a swing of a coil fellas  " )
Mike

Dampener Far from it boobook. If that were to be the case, you would have read it in my first post. Let me rephrase that "me thinks its time to get out for a swing of the coil fellas" part, for I were referring to my young fella & I going out for a couple of hrs bush this arvo swinging coils, of which we did, came back before sundown, but unfortunately, less the odd bit of lead/nail/boot tack, found zilch in terms of colour.
I might not have reached that golden milestone in age, but I hear & understand where you are coming from.
With today's electronic brainwashing, respect has become but a word, with little meaning within our younger generations. With the television/computer generations, more & more are staying indoors reading about it, but not motivated enough to be out there doing/living life.  
It shames me to see, the days of where a mans word & word alone, meant something & a handshake, were as good as any written contract. These days the world we live/thrives on lies/deceit more than ever before & it saddens me greatly to say, that it would take, something of a global life-threatening catastrophe in nature or man made to occur, before uniting all of mankind as one, for I see a grim future ahead.

Cheers Kon.