We’d found a camp for the night, the
‘big red car’ followed us.
“Wow! I don’t know how you guys
are doing it”, remarked the driver of
the ‘big red car’.
“With my bloody sphincter
clenched shut!”, I’d replied.
“Well, it’s impressive. You should
see the rear wheel bouncing from
side to side. It’s never in a straight
line. These bloody corrugations are
shaking the shit out of the Landcruis-
er. I don’t know how you’re doing it.”
This was Oliver, a 23 year old from
Perth, despite still being in his home
state he’d been on the road for almost
5 months. It was clear Western Aus-
tralia was a big piece of land.
We’d met Oliver weeks earlier
crossing another of Australia’s fa-
mous ‘roads’; The Gibb River Road.
We’d exchanged details but never re-
ally expected to see each other again,
until our first day on the Tanami.
Late afternoon, near the infamous
Wolfe Creek Meteorite Crater, a red
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