At Nundroo Roadhouse, waiting was a time of day. Every time of day, it often seemed.

Waiting for a customer to stop by and fuel up a battered caravan. Waiting for a breeze to ruffle the heavy heat of a South Australian summer. Waiting for the sun to set and re-paint the sparse, treeless Nullarbor Plain in a prettier light.

Those three months living in ‘the wop-wops’ weren’t just a rare employment opportunity – they were a lesson in patience.

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