Somewhere between the ice-cream van and the boat ramp lies one of the most ruthless ecosystems in the animal kingdom — the Mooloolaba Spit car park on a glorious day. Here the mighty Land Cruiser faces off against the humble hatchback for one patch of bitumen, horns honking like warning calls across the savanna. Only the bold survive, and the prize isn’t territory but fish and chips so good they make the whole safari worth it. I parked, I ate, and I did not once question my life choices.