Gibb River Hilton – Part 4 First Day on the Gibb “Diesel Starts with a D”

Well today was special in many ways … not only was it mine and Mr. W.’s 3 month anniversary (and yes, yes I know 3 months in a drop in the ocean, but when you decide to move 1200 km to the edge of the desert to be together after only 2 weeks, 3 months is a bloody long time!) but it was also our first day on the Gibb River Road..  Anyway, today was memorable for many different reasons … and none of them romantic … despite the fact that it was our anniversary!

Well … the day started like any other … we woke up at 6am, had brekky, packed up ready to leave for the great Gibb River Road.  We needed to get some Diesel on the way out …  yes, note that Diesel starts with a D.  We have 2 tanks … you need them up here.  And so you can imagine Mr W.’s face when I suddenly realised after 80 Litres, that it was unleaded that I had put in the tank and not Diesel (for those of you, like me, who are unaware of the size of a petrol tank, 80 Litres is well over a tank of fuel).  My Bad.  To his credit, Mr W. stayed very calm.  There was no syphoning.  We just decided that we would chance it, and top up with Diesel.  After all, a wise man once said to me that running a Diesel car on Unleaded is just like drinking diet coke.  I’ll let you know how this turns out later …

But that wasn’t the really fun part.  We trekked on over to the other servo to fill the jerry cans with Diesel (I didn’t want the other servo to know my little screw up!) when Mr W. decided it would be a good time to rearrange the back of the car.  This involved a fishing rod with a large triple barb lure which was stuck in the marine carpet on the side of the Patrol.  Well, Mr W. told me to move it, but being the smart princess that I am, I turned around to put my gloves on (that’s a whole other story) … by the time I turned around, Mr W. was standing there, a big hook through his finger and a large colourful fish hanging off the side of his right ring finger.  Oh ho hum … safety starts at home!!!!.

It was a big decision … do we pull it out ourselves or seek medical attention?  Hmmm big decision.  Well side cutters were definitely required, so we popped into the mechanic next door and asked him for a pair.  You can imagine his face when I used them to cut the hook that was hanging out of Mr. W.’s finger  before casually placing them on the counter, thanking him and walking out.  The things you do in Derby huh!!!.

Now I must say, Mr W. is my hero in so many ways.  Mainly because before driving himself to the hospital (I think he thought this was safer than trusting me with the trailer) he strapped 2 20L jerry cans of Diesel to the roof.  That’s my man.

And so we rocked up at the hospital Emergency Department where they x-rayed Mr W.’s hand which showed the hook sitting just beside the bone in his right ring finger.  Nice work.  And so, after some handy work with a scalpel, the lovely Doctor pushed the hook back through Mr W.’s finger.  He was so brave, he didn’t even bat an eyelid.   I made sure that they put the hook in a jar for us to take home and put next the x-ray (which I’m going to frame as a momento to remind Mr W. that sometimes princesses really do know best … well unless you take Diesel).

And so, off on the great Gibb River Road we go … stay tuned for our next lot of adventures!!

pp xx

Ps … In Mr W.’s defence … we did have a “date” at the wharf restaurant the night before, which included a little walk on the Derby Jetty … there was no mention of our anniversary … but you know what … it was still lovely.  Thank you baby xx