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 LOGS FROM THE VOID To access the journals, consider subscribing to JJFBbennett via: Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/1809829/join   DeviantArt : https://www.deviantart.com/jjfbbennett/subscriptions Meta Subscriber Hub for exclusive content: https://www.facebook.com/JohnBennettArt/subscribenow?surface=pinned_comments The Highway and the Lost Soldier What began in Journal 001 as "T he Whisper of the Rust ", a haunting, ancient frequency in the desert static that lured travellers into the spinifex, soon became a physical threat in Journal 002 " The Salt and the Sinew ", as a crawling, unnatural drought began parching the land and its people, reclaiming their very moisture as an ancient debt.  Now, in Journal 003: The Tithe of the Living , this relentless hunger has materialised on the Stuart Highway as "The Thirst That Walks." Even the sealed, air-conditioned sanctuary of a tourist bus cannot protect the living, as a single open door is all it takes for t...
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From Darwin to Kiama

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Journey from Darwin to Kiama: Exploring Australia's Scenic Route


Darwin Airport

Standing in queue watching the wheel go around and around.



Sydney Airport

The first Coffee on a cold morning really hits the spot.



Kiama

Pie-perfection in Kiama: The BEST Pie Shop You NEED to Try 


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Discover an unusual travel guide for your journey from Darwin to Kiama. Explore some of the lowlights and highlights along the way. Whether looking for the fastest route or scenic detours, this video guide has something everyday memorable. From queues to coffee to pies.

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