Having arrived in Lorne where we would be spending the next month or so. We were able to relax knowing that the long trip across Australia was completed – for now at least.
It was time to wish Kingston SE goodbye. We packed up our stuff, and headed back onto the B1. Hatti was keen to do a quick detour past the giant lobster that was Kingston’s ‘attraction’. It appears to a popular trend in some Australian towns and cities to adopt a thing, and procure a big version of it to put on display. Affectionately known as Australia’s big things.
As we left Adelaide and headed towards less built up areas once again we made a quick pitstop at Belair National Park.
We awoke in Boroota Bush Camping Park, as expected. Thankfully we hadn’t been relocated in our sleep… by aliens, a local removal service, or territorial ducks. After many a dream about Rodeo clowns, or Rodeo protection athletes (as is politically correct), we dusted ourselves off and clambered back into the Saab braced for a bumpy drive back to the main road. Buckaroo.
As we left the border, refuelled and rested up, we had another big drive ahead of us. Our crossing of the treeless plain that is the Nullarbor National park, and hopefully, reaching civilisation once more.
The reality of what we would be driving through for most of the day became quickly apparent.