wriggle on.
That was the start of the blur where you blend into the night, the twilight zone of the Eyre Highway and the Nullabor Plain. Like an Aero chocolate bar, it’s the little bubbles of nothing that make it really something. With a lot of hours to pass, your mind is left to wander. You can either go into deep meditation, buy an audio book, or listen to the amazing things on ABC outback radio where there will be discussions on things you would never have dreamed about, in the thickest of Aussie accents, you think for sure they’ve gotta be taking the piss as you drive 147 km along one of the worlds’ longest straight stretches of road. Riveting stuff.
Road houses are the highlight to stop for a coffee/piss/ or whatever just to stretch the legs and break up the monotony. There is a 9 hole golf challenge that stretches the Nullarbor with one hole per town or petrol station and I did have the clubs in the car, but once again, something was pushing me.
Kangaroos are the ever-present danger; you can’t really take your guard down for a minute, especially if you’re in a van with no ‘roo bar. On the way over it was insane how thick they were, jumping out of the night like Kamikaze Samurai. Unable to keep up with the trucks even, it was just too dangerous, and fatigue too strong, I had to relent and pull over and sleep. Setting my alarm for two hours kip, I was off again, but at a crawl as the ‘roos were so thick. Daybreak brought relief when after another coffee you can finally hit the gas and get some k’s under your belt.
