continue, he had family to meet in
Yulara, the end of the Great Central
Road. While we pulled off the track
Ian had continued into the fast ap-
proaching dusk. The conditions im-
possible to read. Around two hours
of riding laid ahead of him. He’d be
on his own. There had been little we
could do.
Worried about Ian, I’d thought
sleep would come poorly. No! I soon
drifted off to the sound of a fast ap-
proaching car, the low hum of its
tyres on the corrugated sand could
be heard well before the flash of its
headlights passed by.
“Who are they and where are they
going?” I’d thought as sleep took con-
trol.
Twelve hours of sleep. Not like me
at all. The night had been cold and
windy, yet sleep had come easy and
remained all night. Megan and Ray
said that they too had slept well. The
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