Dammit - I have hardly driven with the car but already got a flat! It turned out I had driven over a nail and understandibly enough the tire didn't like that. Everything worked out fine, though.

I'm now really happy that I joined the RAC last week - the mechanic turned up and changed the tire in less than 15 minutes. Now, if you are asking yourself "Why didn't Timo do it himself?" the answer is actually a bit embarrassing - I found out that I don't have a wheel-spanner. Ehmm. Well, I suppose it's much better to find it out in the middle of Perth than in the Nullabor. So tomorrow I'll have the tire fixed and buy a wheel-spanner as well.

Good car, nice car, gooood car

The mechanic was really nice, btw and gave me a bit more peace of mind as to the state of my car as well. He realized quite quickly that I don't know shit about cars and so volunteered to give the car a wee look. So he checked the oil, refilled the water, pulled some screws tight, listened to the motor running and gave the car a thumbs up. The only thing I'll want to get rid of is the spare tire, cause that one is really in pretty bad shape.

A hairy job

So, tomorrow I'm off and I even found a second person to go SW with me: Carmel, a pretty, 23 years old, blonde English girl. Unfortuantely though she is very allergic to animals. And considering that the boot of the car looks like a horse has lived there we'd better get rid of some of the hairs. I already tried vacuuming, but that just doesn't work. I might simply use gaffer-tape to get the hairs off. Anyhow, Carmel said that she thinks she wil be fine - but at the same time she explained to me that if she stops breating I should inject something into her thigh - Pulp-Fiction style. Gimme that gaffer-tape NOW!