A massive thunderstorm followed us for 3 long days as we drove home. The landscape was flat, bare and aptly named “Nullarbour”, latin for “No Trees”. The only thing that changed when I looked out the window was the formation of the clouds.
We arrived late at our first rest-stop and the rain was still pouring down. Ironically, 2 days from home, it was the first time in over 3 months that we had slept inside. While I was very unimpressed with the crack of dawn starts, Melbourne was calling and I just wanted to be home already, so dragged myself out of bed and into the day.
Along the way we entertained ourselves as usual with music and TED talks and stretched out our legs from time to time, while we filled up with gas at the roadhouses which were infrequently dotted along the way. Madura was the half-way point… nowhere to go but to continue driving! Notwithstanding the bare landscape, our drive was still full of adventure… We picked up a weary traveller who was stranded because he had miscalculated his petrol gauge and his car had spluttered to a stop about 300kms from the nearest roadhouse.
Having learnt our lesson way up at the Northern Territory boarder, we handed over our contraband food a few hundred kms from the South Australian boarder to a very grateful hungry cyclist, who had ridden his bike along the West coast all the way from Darwin in about as long as it took us to drive. We looked on (horrified!), as a family of 4, with 2 young kids, were eating meat pies and chips for breakfast.
Our last lunch on the road, a staple of corn thins, tuna, tomato and cucumber sandwiches. Yum!! I think all the more delicious, as it was going to be the last lunch of this kind for quite some time.
Driving into Melbourne was sooo exciting. Upon arrival, first things first… the Wall for a coffee!
So this is the end of Part 1 – Outback Australian Adventure. Stay tuned for Part 2 – The Wedding!!! The last word for our experiences over the past 3 months was aptly summed up by a billboard that we saw along the way home…