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The Rock-itt : January 2010
her head from side to side. Errol turned to her husband who had finally made his feet and was standing, swaying drunkenly. They exchanged a few harsh words before turning their attention to Maura. An uneasy peace seemed to silently arise between the two men as they tried to bring Maura around. As her eyes began to flood open, Errol backed away and made a quiet exit. Next morning Errol fronted his superior in his office. Errol's face was puffed up and he held his side gingerly, trying not to show the intense pain he was suffering from three broken ribs incurred from the hammering he received the night before. At first he expected the worst but to his utter amazement, instead of being reprimanded, and dismissed, he was told that he was being given another chance to redeem himself and was being sent to Madang to do other duties helping out the local constabulary control some aggressive natives. Errol couldn't believe his luck. Yesterday he was in fear of losing his job for playing truant from his duties, yet today he was promoted to a better position. Errol in his memoirs surmised that Maura's husband must have been in his superior officer's bad books and by Errol beating him up had done him a favour. Errol went to Madang and worked for the department of Law and Order for the next two months but for some unknown reason received information that his services were no longer required and his time with the government had come to an end. Returning to Rabaul, he was shocked to find that the beautiful Maura whom he had become so terribly fond of had died in a plane crash. This cut deeply into our young Aussie adventurer and left him feeling empty and lost. Now there was nothing to hold Errol where he was and he knew he must move on, primarily, to try and get over the memory of the beautiful Maura. The time had come to find a way out of where he was. He was in a third world country with very little means of support and no one that he could go to for help. He felt forlorn and prayed that something would come along to change his luck. Soon his prayers were answered with an opportunity coming his way which became another stepping stone forward. Find out what happens in our next instalment. It's even more than you can imagine. Photos are of 1930 Rabaul as Errol would have seen it.