four-wheel drives and even a truck
showered us with fist sized stones. It
did take us a while to get through this
and once on the other side the track
was very hit and miss, some places
were great while others treacherous.
Continuing, passing numerous salt
pans, we reached Lake Eyre South,
providing some indication as to how
vast this mostly dry salt lake is – in
fact it’s said to be the size of Belgium.
Here we met an old German fellow
who was on his third solo trek of the
Australian outback. He’d made his
first about 10 years earlier when he
had retired and loved it so much he
bought an old 70 series Toyota Land-
cruiser which he picks up every time
he comes back to Australia. His sto-
ries were very interesting and a great
inspiration. Amazingly, he was in
greater awe of us riding bikes.
Our last stop would now be Mar-
ree, end of the Oodnadatta Track,
that is until we came over a hill and
saw a giant dingo on the side of the
road. Then in the distance a couple
TRAVERSE
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of single engine aircraft sticking out
of the ground, as well as a giant ro-
bot thing with a huge male member.
It was also carrying a baby, I’m not
sure if it was excited by the bikes or
was some weird representation of St
Christopher. I laughed as I remem-
ber a story once told by the great co-
median, Billy Connolly.