Amid a pall of exhaust fumes, the Yowie-mobile splutters to a stop in the manicured circular driveway of Bundanoon's Osborn House.
Somehow the polished trio of staff who rush out to welcome us keep straight faces. I'm not sure anyone driving a clapped-out Jeep and clad in a Lowes flannie and tattered akubra has rocked up at this exclusive hotel since it flung open its gold-plated doors a couple of years ago.