Most of time we spend on the road - asphalt or whipped. Black or orange. Mud or sand. It all depends. The road in Australia is like the weather - sometimes good, sometimes bad, but always is.
After a few hours' drive Alice suddenly interrupted the monotonous sound of the tires rolling on the hot road:
- I have the impression that we are here awfully fast time is running out.
- Maybe it's because we spend so much time by beating another km? You know, it's half an hour, an hour there and another two after dinner. Sometimes, after a half-day ride ahead.
I have the impression that the kilometers of roads in Australia are innumerable number. I do not know if anyone even tried to count how many in Australia is one thousand kilometers of asphalt roads, beaten, routes 4 × 4. He tried to someone? Maybe asphalt are numbered, and the rest? And what about the beaches? They also count? After all, many Australian beaches this two-lane road with signs ostrzegającymi larger or smaller outflows.
I love to drive a car, maybe also because I like so much of Australia. Do not make me problems rode several hours staring at the notch cut-off both lanes. Usually also on the sides of the road interesting things happen - change colors. Roadside Australian roads are like a kaleidoscope good - most of the red and orange hues, there are also white and gray colors, for that we throw shadows cast by clouds. In addition, after the rain everything becomes even more intense colors.
From previous journey around Australia have in mind coded, that the shoulder usually begins with a huge empty space and the bush, but here in the southern part of Western Australia just behind the shoulder is endless fence and behind it meadows and cultivated fields. Every few kilometers we pass a gate closed padlock and a sign with the prohibition of entry. Fences are everywhere. Alice began to wonder how good deejaying in Australia is the ability to build fences - So this is your fortune on the beat! Length of the fences in Australia are as innumerable as the length of the road. And if anyone ever checks regularly whether these fences need repair? How does that even embrace?
It turns out that the South WA is one large farm. At the end of the sixties they invented a way to cultivate the sandy land earlier and therefore still driving in the summer by the region sees the combine harvester working 24h / day. Grain goes to the purchase, in the vicinity of Esperance, from where huge cargo ships transported "overseas" as they say Australians. It is also interesting, because here very rarely use the word "abroad", ie abroad. Here everything is "overseas" or if "the sea".
As I look at the map across Australia and comparing the distance that has so far beaten by these two weeks with the one that we have before him, that there's no way we get to Sydney in time. At some point you will need to do a thermos of coffee, press the gas and go non-stop. For now, each Mijana the road to the right or left us wondering. We have such a perversion, that after all to some interesting place must lead us, so check it.
Still turn from the main road, we make a detour, and in the evening we fall on the snout with fatigue. These are probably the most intense vacation that we could think of, but no way to not commute, let it last as long as possible ... I repeat like some old grandfather with multiple sclerosis, but this is important: good for us here in Australia.