The way points were: Kenya (an air strip) and Zara, another homestead.
We were teamed against It's Showtime Again, who were flying a Mooney 201.
He concluded that it was indeed a dipstick.
We were then driven into town by two representatives the Royal Flying Doctor's Women's Auxiliary.
The these ladies had driven 170km (110 miles) and 120km respectively over dirt roads from their homesteads for the somewhat dubious honour of acting as chauffeuse to some airborne revellers.
Seen here under the last extant specimen in the second busiest street in town (l to r) are:
Jens, The Cunning Stunts (Peter, "Bob, Stand-Up!!, Bob" and Ken) and Dirk
You will notice that Bob is almost as tall as Dirk is on his knees
A quick walk to the mighty flowing Flinders River convinced Jens and Heather that life jackets were an optional extra.
John Walsh, The Loner, in his ultralight Jabiru aircraft, which he can operate without a Private Pilot's Licence, did manage to beat the Cunning Stunts. As recognition of that fact the committee deemed him to now be a Proper Pilot which was celebrated by John receiving a Limousine ride through town in an HG Holden station wagon that was suitably adorned and placarded and had a crew with loudspeakers onboard, broadcasting his achievement to all and sundry. Click on the image to see his ride: