Fleeing Kangaroo Valley At Speed (Part 4)

Staying Out Of The Punching

When the mob of six headed back to have a chat with the initial guy they started a fight with we felt the urgency to pack our tents up and head home in a hurry. This had pretty much ruined our weekend but in a way, I was happy that we were getting out of a night that initially turned out to be shit and probably would have turned out to be worse-off if I had been hit. I feel that I didn’t decide to intervene with punches because over time I have grown to know that despite our numbers there would be more peacekeepers than assailants.

Ever since that day at Macarthur Square where I was beaten up by that bigger and fatter guy I have been more submissive in encounters and I fear that I’m turning out more like Keith and Binh. My days of being the little cocky aggressor are gone as I have matured and have grown fearful of being in a punch-up where I lose half my hair again. These days the punches will come harder and the damage heavier if I was to get into a fight and its just not worth the personal glory.

Therefore, that would be the reason why I didn’t intervene any more than a peacekeeper and as much as I wanted to help out Leroy, his brother and Shawn, I just didn’t have the balls anymore. I was just hoping that our peacekeeping efforts would eventually have them calm down enough for us to pack up and leave like scurrying rodents and even though we had the upper hand in the first few and only seconds of battle, they knew most of our numbers were intimidated and capitalized.

Threats And An Axe

It probably took twenty minutes to half an hour for the rowdy bunch to finally settle down from about to break a bottle on us to wielding a log around. Our pessimist approach to a victory was increased when one of the guys said they should head back to their camp so they can break out the shotguns which we had heard earlier on in the day and judging by their drunk nature and their appearance, we wouldn’t put something like that behind them.

From what we had learnt, the reason the fight broke out in the other camp was because the old father was trying to get tough with the group and when he was getting attacked the little 12 year old son picked up an axe in defense. One of the guys didn’t like this and took the axe straight off him and as he yelled out “Daddy” he ran away, down the road. The screaming of the wife also made me think that they were trying to get what they wanted off the 14 year old girl, some sort of sexual prowess.

Running For The Cars

While they were making their way to the other camp we quickly took down the three tents and chucked Ace’s tent into the back parcel of Leroy’s Ute. Everything else around the campfire was thrown in the back of Binh’s jeep and it was typical how after Ace’s tent was secured, Keith was the first one to start his car up and leave in a hurry, without me I might add. Keith careened down the dirt road not worrying about the huge bumps that would ruin his tires.

As he sped up the street I realized that he was heading out to get reception so he could ring the police and report the incident. Meanwhile, the rest of us packed away the rest of our belongings and as we were loading up the rest of it onto the back of the Ute the group started heading back to us. Speeding up our recovery process Leroy drove the Ute up the street to a safe place as most of us stayed back for Binh’s jeep and then they began their walk back to see us into safety.

The six of them had seen a good chance now at a cheap shot as there wasn’t much of us left behind and as Leroy and his brother came back down they were backed into a corner. Jumping out of the backseat of Binh’s car I headed over to put myself in the middle of it in hopes to give Leroy and his brother their break.

Leroy showed no fear just like his brother as he came to help us out and you could see it in the defensive actions of the others that he was a formidable opponent. He had struck fear into their hearts and they weren’t daring enough to approach either of them alone as they knew they would probably get beaten. Despite Leroy and his brother being twice younger than most of them they were more intimidating.

Looking After The Family

Leaving the little group of six to loot and pillage at our campfire we made our way over to the initial group that were in the fray, a family of four. Ned and I who were the last ones to stick around after all the cars had driven up the road asked them to pack up their tent and head out like we did. However, their tents took hours to set up with all their awnings and regretfully he couldn’t take them down in time and was literally stuck.

“Look, one of our friends has gone to call the police” Ned remarked concluding “So we’ll stick around incase the guys come back this way so I’d start packing up if I were you”. Listening to our advice the whole family started to pack up the tents which was sad to see but inevitable. The father looked like the famous poet who done the Sonnet for Football which inspired me to write one myself.

As the family packed their belongings the group headed back our way and as it was only Ned and I to confront them we put on our front of peacekeeping. They weren’t as aggressive towards us apart for one mistaking me as one of the culprits. He must have thought that because as they were hanging around our group at the start of the night about to leave, I menacingly shun a torch in their faces as they had been doing with us.

This did intimidate them as they didn’t do shit about it so that might be his reason of vengeance. Anyway, Ned done a good job at keeping them at bay as one of the guys started apologizing for making us all leave, blaming himself for being so rowdy. However, too little too late I say as they had already created enough stir to have us evacuate in a hurry.

As Keith brought his car back down and Binh drove his jeep through all the potholes fluidly we were coaxed into jumping in the car but we felt obligated to stick around the family as some sort of protection. A few little stirs started as the brutality was diminishing and soon enough it was time for Ned and I to walk up the dark road to where the other cars were.

Leroy Gets Cornered Again

As we were leaving, fearing to stay around for our own safety Leroy and his brother done the stupid thing of coming back around. The group was dominantly after Leroy and his brother as they were the ones to start the punching on. As they parked the Ute and jumped out to see us through the six of them started to gang up on the both of them. Once again Ned and I jumped out of the car as Leroy and his brother were backed up against their car but not taking their shit they just jumped in their Ute.

None of the six guys done anything to intervene and that shows they were intimidated as no punches were thrown through the window or anything. As Leroy started the Ute up he headed down the road towards the group to do a U-turn and noting that one of the guys picked up a huge log and the other some large fragment from the ground, I knew Leroy and his brother were in all sorts of trouble. Leroy’s brother was on the back of the Ute trying to hold down the tarp for the tent and he was easy lure for an attack but he wasn’t scathed.

The two guys with weapons stood at the front of the car and blocked it from heading out. You could hear Keith from his infinitely safe distance yelling out “Run them over” what an idiot. Leroy got dug in the dirt for a second and hearing say “Shit, why did they do that for” I was ready to jump out of the car. However, Leroy got the car going and sped down towards the rest of us and this I assure was the last time we saw any of them.

Racing To Mittagong

Heading out to the front gates Keith showed all the speed of a rabbit as he barreled through all the harsh obstacles of the muddy road, not showing any care to his shock absorbers. As we made our way onto the smooth road outside the entrance of Kangaroo Valley we all breathed a sigh of relief but the night wasn’t over yet. Binh, Keith and Leroy were all driving and both Keith and Binh were intoxicated to a fair degree.

As we parked to the side of the road Keith took a look at Ace’s dismantled tent in pieces in the back of Leroy’s Ute. Shaking his head he cried “I knew I shouldn’t have borrowed Ace’s tent, he’s going to kill me”. Keith wanted someone else who had a license to drive his car but as Abel came forward Keith chose against it.

I also opted to drive Keith’s car but as he rejected me flatly I jumped into the front seat of Binh’s car. In all the ruckus I handed my camera to Ned who initially placed it in Binh’s car. Grabbing my camera and placing it in a safe spot we headed down towards Mittagong where the three of us would finally meet at the Macdonald’s where we stopped to get something to eat on the way.

On the way to Macdonald’s in Mittagong Keith was speeding his little heart out. You see, when we stopped to check if his tent was alright in the back of Leroy’s car we pulled up right next to a huge police truck with lights on. As we headed up to inform them of the troublemakers we noted that one of them was wielding an axe and as they stood agape one of them commented “Don’t go anywhere”. As they headed down following our directions to the culprits in Kangaroo Valley it didn’t take us long to figure out what we wanted to do, leave.

When we reached Mittagong Macdonald’s we were the first to arrive despite Leroy being in front. Keith was screaming down the narrow roads reaching a top speed of 220 Km/h and we figured that Leroy must have been flying. Nevertheless, minutes later Binh pulled up with Leroy right behind him and as they stopped I heard stories of how Leroy was in front of Binh twice but somehow made his way behind Binh mysteriously. As we stood around the cars talking about our new experience we checked our belongings in the back of the Ute once more and were then on our way to Campbelltown.

Sweeney’s After Midnight

Once in Campbelltown we all split up and as I was in Keith’s car, we dropped off a sleepy Ned and then Shawn before we figured out what to do next. While in the car Keith told me that he knew of a new nightclub called Sweeney’s just outside of Ingleburn where ‘Subway’ is. From what I was told, that long weekend night when we were looking for a place to head but nothing was open Sweeney’s was the only nightclub open and it was pumping hard.

Making our way over to check it out at midnight as it still wasn’t that late in the night. The carpark was fairly huge but there was just as much cars as there would have been on the main street for Chevy’s. Nevertheless, it looked like a club with potential and I wouldn’t mind heading there one night soon. From Sweeney’s we made our way past Two Moon Junction as I had a gander at the blondes there and from there we passed QSB and Chevy’s in Campbelltown before venturing off home.

Campbelltown I must admit is getting itself a name in the stakes of clubs. It might not be the City but with five clubs around the area, it’s getting some recognition. From my big night out on Saturday I was dropped off at my house just after midnight and from there I began writing into my diary. My heart wasn’t too greatly into it that night as you could probably read into but I gave it my best.

Sunday is now concluded and as I have figured, not enough time to keep writing of further chronology. Now I only have that little portion of Sunday to write of, my Monday at work and that’s about it, everything else has been accounted for. Well now, the time is 12:07 a.m., the longest I have spent typing on my computer of a workday yet and I must digress for sleep’s sake as I only have less than six hours in which to do so…