Keep Wandering

The most remarkable thing in Western Australia has been the vast nothingness. The monotony is impressive. Up to Broome, we drove on straight roads that had no intersections, buildings, or stops for over 100 kilometres. We passed so few cars that our driver could and did wave at each one. Sitting in the van, instead of being lulled to sleep by the sunlight, rhythmic hum of the engine and the unchangeable landscape passing, I was invigorated by the opportunity to see this remarkable country.

It was a quintessential Australian road trip.

We stopped for kilometre long trains.

And passed hundreds of iconic Australian road trains.

We stopped at dusty roadhouses.

 

 

 

And slept in swags at dusty roadhouse. (Complete with a roadhouse meal of sausage rolls, hamburgers, pies, and other assorted fried foods).

 

We rambled along some of the worlds most beautiful beaches.

And through the bush of the outback.

All the while, wandering around corners, over hills, through valleys, and towards the horizon to see what was next.

 

I've now covered over 5,000 kilometres on my two tours, almost the entire coast of Western Australia (and that doesn't include a trip back from Broome). This is greater than the distance across the United States from Ledyard, Connecticut to San Francisco, California.

But it's only ONE state.

And there is A LOT LESS in between.

But I have so much more to see, thus onward I go.

I keep on wandering.