As I read about the fires all around Australia at this time, I reflect on my awesome trip around Australia last year. As luck (and good management) would have it, I missed so many weather issues that I had factored into my original plans.
This time 12 months ago I had just crossed the Nullabor Plain - and had a most glorious run. I was at Norseman in Western Australia.
I had so many warnings about how I would be bored witless, that it would be so hot and people shared with me a raft of their misadventures on the trip - many I might had, had been done before - years before when things were much different.
I had a dream run. I recall many things about the trip, but one thing that stands out is speaking to a number of women on the trip - one just past Head of Bight when I was chatting with a very interesting couple at a spot I had stopped to take photos. They had not stopped at Head of Bight - the bloke was keen to keep going, she wanted to see Head of Bight. He won - after all, he was driving. I'm glad I wasn't in their camper van when they drove off as I think she was quite miffed that he was in charge of where they stopped.
It is a common complaint apparently - I had thought it was only me, as I always had that issue with my husband, who was keen to go from Point A to Point B (the destination) with as few stops as possible - so that he could enjoy a beer or two and not have to worry about driving afterwards!!!
When I drive alone - I stop frequently. I love to explore places - maybe take photos, "smell the roses" though there weren't any along the Nullabor Plain, that's for sure.
I just loved the drive. I loved the beauty of the scenery. I cherished every moment.
This time 12 months ago I had just crossed the Nullabor Plain - and had a most glorious run. I was at Norseman in Western Australia.
I had so many warnings about how I would be bored witless, that it would be so hot and people shared with me a raft of their misadventures on the trip - many I might had, had been done before - years before when things were much different.
I had a dream run. I recall many things about the trip, but one thing that stands out is speaking to a number of women on the trip - one just past Head of Bight when I was chatting with a very interesting couple at a spot I had stopped to take photos. They had not stopped at Head of Bight - the bloke was keen to keep going, she wanted to see Head of Bight. He won - after all, he was driving. I'm glad I wasn't in their camper van when they drove off as I think she was quite miffed that he was in charge of where they stopped.
It is a common complaint apparently - I had thought it was only me, as I always had that issue with my husband, who was keen to go from Point A to Point B (the destination) with as few stops as possible - so that he could enjoy a beer or two and not have to worry about driving afterwards!!!
When I drive alone - I stop frequently. I love to explore places - maybe take photos, "smell the roses" though there weren't any along the Nullabor Plain, that's for sure.
I just loved the drive. I loved the beauty of the scenery. I cherished every moment.
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