We all had our favourite methods of getting away from it all whilst on the road with each other and the film team. This was Chuck's: Whack on the headphones, grab your guitar, take off your clothes and stride away into the undergrowth in search of solitude and a bit of 'me' time.
Now I'm not saying that we didn't have time to enjoy ourselves on the road but sometimes a bit of designated Rest and Recreation didn't go astray, particularly after hours of being couped up in the car.
Armed with a machete I bought for $15 in Outback Qld and some pubecent handle bars I was growing to try and compete with Oscar's beard, I attempted to help clear a camp site for us on our second night out camping after leaving Alice Springs.
There's something about isolation - after enough of it, and after long enough without looking into the mirror, you tend slacken the reigns on style. There's definitely an outback dress code. Despite being fully aware of the cameras following me around each and everyday, I let myself go... Between never seeing anybody and constantly being filthy, style just became unimportant. Let's also not forget about the outback heat - definitely justifies the short shorts.