H
aving survived our brief and very wet encounter with the
Oodnadatta Track, Mo and I found ourselves once again on the
bitumen, albeit much further south than we had envisaged.
Instead of exiting the Track at Marla near the SA-NT border, we
had been unceremoniously dumped in Roxby Downs with over
1000 kilometres to cover on the straight and boring Stuart
Highway. One of the big advantages of taking the dirt tracks is
not having to tango with the caravan-totting grey nomads and
the four trailer road trains rocketing up behind you, or being
sucked in or blown off with the cross wind.
truck drivers were the
epitome of courtesy