everything , a great compromise . A midnight train roaring through the clearing , sounding a lot like it was right outside my tent .
After a quick breakfast we set off and to my delight the road conditions changed from soft sand to hard packed rocky dirt . I relished these conditions despite the postie bike having nothing but rudimentary suspension .
The place names along the track were just the remnants of old railway maintenance sheds , long redundant and in various states of advanced decay . At Watson , ominously close to Maralinga and the nuclear test sites of the 1950 ’ s , we turned south and entered the Nullarbor Plain .
Nullarbor is a Latin word meaning no trees , and it ’ s a perfectly accurate description of the bleak and featureless landscape . We rode south along a twin track and discovered that it had rained recently . It rains just a few times a year in the
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