I'd forgotten how remote Alice was. Today I was reminded. It's bloody remote. More so than NW WA. The gaps between places were a lot longer. We passed a Roadhouse that didn't sell fuel. It was 170km away from anywhere. Why does it exist? Who knows? ( If you do know then please ... it was a rhetorical question).
Al took photos. I drove. Which brings me to Oscar, bless his little odd character weird habit vehicle personality. (I once had someone salute him. Honestly true story. They do that in the US. Crazy bastards).
Considering he needed new tyres before we left he managed the whole way without blowouts ( rare out here). He will get new boots soon. But, after we unpacked him I parked him in our car-Port. A light on his dash board pinged. It requested a new oil change. Timing? Bless his thinning rubber. Service to be booked next weeek.
So, Al hated Tennant Creek. I feel she is not alone. No fresh food for a snack.
We noticed a lot less traffic out this way. Probably due to remoteness ( and Tennant Creek).
To cut long and tiring story short we are home and have a fire going.
Actuallybwevwerevtalkingvabout the many things that have happened but not been mentioned. ( well one that I can currently remember.. no make that two - ooh wait threecactually.. anyway where was I?). I endeavour to tell the story of the Road Workers, Daley Waters, Suggestive Comments, and a lot of giggling. The road trip may have stopped but the journey still continues. ( Again, I'm pretty sure someone famous/clever/desperate said that. )
For now though I will enjoy the peace, the fire, the stars, no caravans and some mozzie bites that I'm pretending don't have.
Until the morrow then.
