From our room, the passing road trains sound like swooping aircraft, not the earth-bound rush of mighty 18-wheelers bearing their goods eastward.
The highway sustains life out here. It is a straight and lonely stretch of asphalt – or bitumen, the Aussies would say – stubbornly crossing the barren Nullarbor Plain.
It’s the unpredictable suicide route of too many short-sighted wombats; the stark yet exotic touring line for patient road trippers; the demarcation zone between roadhouses, these isolated outposts of civilization.
150 kms from Nundroo Hotel Motel to Nullarbor Roadhouse. In the other direction, 150 kms to Ceduna.
Instead of losing my mind to extreme loneliness, I’m surprised by a sense of gumption. Like pioneers, we’ll refuse to let the environment wear us away…
Sounds as if you are now properly off the beaten track…
That’s sure what it feels like! But, as I’m sure you’ve noticed any time you get pulled away from technology for a period of time, the break can be pretty peaceful…
Hi Kelli…travelled back to Spearfish for Labor Day weekend. Had a couple brews with your Mom, Dad and brother on Friday night. Missed having you there. Your adventure sounds like great fun!!
Hi Becky! Wish I could have seen you and Alan again, but am sure Mom and Dad were equally fun. Hope Sioux Falls has been a smooth transition- we’ll have to catch you next time!
Hi Kelli, just dropped by to say that I enjoyed reading your blog. And can’t wait to read more about your travels.
Hi Wali! So good to hear from you. Glad you’re enjoying the blog, though I’m sorry my travels haven’t taken me to Zambia quite yet. Maybe we can organize a reunion with Hanan? I hope to be in Europe by next year… How have you been? Hope all is wonderful : )
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