And Bernie Hill had been detailed to take the chuck wagon into the desert for a Posh Braai with the GM and his cohorts.

Bernie was a chef at the central kitchen at the time and chefs are really good people to send out into trackless wastes with ALL of the food.

Bernie turned south somewhere by Sendelings drift whilst everyone else went east, then he turned north to catch them up, then west then south, then east then north. Get the picture. A sort of a circle.

After a few hours he decided he was going to run out of fuel if he carried on. Fortunately he had enough food, alcohol and water onboard the chuck wagon for 48 people. So he pulled into a nearby donga and waited for passing traffic.

Unfortunately for the GM Bernie was his major source of supply. Later in the day the GM et al returned home, hungry and thirsty but otherwise in good spirits. (their words not mine)

Later the following day the chopper went out and found Bernie ( also in good spirits) and assisted him home with directions and an invite to the GMs house later in the evening.