There was once a beautiful brown-skinned Asian woman who long ago was raped by a group of Japanese fishermen out on East Point. She became deranged after this event and when she discovered that she was pregnant she hanged herself from a branch of a Poinciana tree near where she’d been assaulted. She has since become a wraith who stalks and kills men at night. She entices them by initially appearing as a beautiful, white-robed, long-haired young woman but then transforms into a hideous wild-haired eagle-clawed hag just before she eviscerates her victims and feeds on their still-steaming guts.
When Darwin-born George Haritos was once asked to describe his identity he said, “Well, I’m not English … I don’t feel Greek … I’m not a ‘Territorian’ … I am Darwin.” The much-admired quote summarises how his family who grew up in pre-WWII Darwin felt.
According to the Shitbox Rally organisers "it isn't a race". But from what I saw over these two days last week some of the contestants thought that the Stuart Highway was their own personal dragstrip. Throw in - as on this past Thursday - a setting sun drilling straight through your bug-encrusted windscreen, more than a few triple-trailer road-trains and the plague-locust army of caravans - travelling at 80 km/h - that infests the Stuart Highway at this time of year and it can be a positively dangerous stretch. Particularly for those - such as most of the Shitboxers - that have never driven the road before.