After a long week at work and a late-night serving curry and clearing tables at a BBQ we had hosted for our students, it was 9:30am on a Saturday morning. I was at the airport collecting some colleagues (that I’d never met before) who had flown into town from another campus for an event that they needed a lift to, 214 km away, off-road.
“Your taxi is here!” I happily chirped as I loaded their suitcases into the back of the car. They thanked me graciously and we talked for the next 3+ hours as we bumped and jiggled along with one of the most beautiful typically-deep-red Australian outback tracks to a remote Aboriginal community.
As we rocked up to their destination, one asked “so what did you do to deserve having to be the driver for a trip like this? What’s your role?”.
“Oh I didn’t have to” I answered; “I’m the Head”.
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