I love the wide open spaces of the outback. But I am not a fan of the flies. Hundreds instantly land on you when you step outside of the car. I’ve had flies up my nose, in my mouth, ears and in my beer. If I try to go zen and ignore them, they creep in behind my sunglasses and bore into my eyes. They make me feel like I am going mad. I absolutely loathe the flies. Have I made myself clear?
The scourge of the outback: flies. Check them out on Robert's and his Dad's back, as well on the hood of the truck. Nasty beasts.
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