Out of the Bush

Written in pen and paper 25th February 2015

We carefully drove away and made it out of the dunes; too dark and too late to make it up to the next road house. So we drove from Red Rock towards 'Out of Africa' and kept going up until the house... Wait. House?! This must be the home of the 'private people'. 'Stop! Go Back!' the sign read, so that we did.
We camped on the beach and after some much needed food we packed the car up and pointed it in-land with nothing in the way of the drives side or seat just incase the tide came in to swamp the car - the last thing we needed right now.

All was well and after an early start with birds surrounding us (and Marco thinking they were contemplating attacking him) we headed inland for breakfast. After a short drive further we finally met the highway, who knew a bitumen road could bring so much delight.

On the way to Mandrabilla we crossed a cyclist and took our usual dashboard photo before hitting the roadhouse. When we stopped at the road house we treated ourselves to brunch, well deserved after yesterday's escapade. During our very delicious eatings the cyclist showed - he's doing Perth - Sydney on a push bike! 150km a day! After a selfie and an exchange of pictures between he and Marco it was back on the road trying to find a 4wd track.

The car after the journey!

After a little back and forth we managed to get on the track. We went to Eucla jetty and took a few pictures. If the weather was warmer and we weren't so exhausted from our previous day's shenanigans then we probably would have a swim. Instead, we were both now desperate for a shower - a day of immense sand and sweating the day before had us running for the next roadhouses... ok, driving.




That $1 shower was worth every cent! Now that we were all shiny and clean it was time for more off roading in some MORE dunes, although this time with less risks (hopefully!).

You'll not believe it, but we found an armchair. No jokes! Actually, that will go nicely with the tv we found earlier in our trip. After a short armchair rest we were back on our way.






After two and a half weeks on the road  we finally hit the boarder between WA and SA. Stopping to take a picture, obviously! (Two and a half weeks?! We could have probably driving from Liverpool to Turin in that time).

Border picture! WE MADE IT!

After a little more 4wd we hit the highway again, caught a look at the Great Australian Bight. Yomp. Scary and magnificent view to behold.

Once we tried working out the damn time (too many changes without much notice), 3 clocks between us and not one match; I think we should get a sundial. Although the sundial would be obsolete given it was now dark. Dark? Must be time for sleep. To a gravel pit for a good nights rest.

Buonanotte!