One word for you. Wind, Wind, WIND.
(Or does that count as three words?)
Every road out of Tibooburra was closed except the one we were going to go on. After a bit of debate we decided to plough on. All the other roads went a great deal further than ours and were therefore closed, so we decided to go for it.
Took off, about 20 minutes into our journey on a blasted landscape, we passed Mokely Creek, which actually had water in it (most don’t). We were so surprised that there could be any water out there, we had to turn around for a second look. It was freaky, then to top it off, a bunch of cows. All this in nothing but stony land as far as the eye can see, in ALL directions. The land is also very flat so the horizon is a very long way off. We were so surprised at the cows we stopped to take pictures (I do like cows). Two old biddies in a Nissan X Trail passed us and also stopped to take pictures. We moved on. About ½ hour of more nothing the biddies appeared again and overtook. Pedal to the metal, she looked like she knew what she was doing, all respect to her. At just that moment another family of cows appeared out of nowhere. Wierd.
These are the exciting things that entertain us on a 4 hour journey. Sad.
The journey continued, sometimes we were in a dust storms and can only see 10 metres ahead, and then suddenly it cleared and you could see for miles. Unfortunately head wind all the way, much to Darren’s chagrin. His pedal to the metal…and we go a hammering 60 Km and hour (37 miles/hour). Interminable. Should have got a lift with the X Trail.
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