Monday,11th September,2006
11.00am
The Nullabor (meaning without trees in lain) is endless flatness.I haven’t seen that much flatness since Paris Hiltons foray into porn.
It is however, quite beautiful. As the sun set, everything was bathed in pinks and purples ,but it was a long drive into Eucla.
A long, long drive.
So long that I wanted to scream into the cd player ‘YES ,FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME, MEATLOAF, YES,I WOULD GIVE MY THROAT TO THE BLOODY WOLF WITH THE BLOODY RED ROSE’
Having arrived late last night,we didn’t get a good look at Eucla until this morning.The Eucla motel has pretty much remained as it was when it was first established as a base for the road workers who built the Eyre Highway.You get a room a bed and some surprisingly warm itchy army blankets-and really-who could ask for anything more?
We caught a glimpse of the oceanic views that would lead us to the Great Australian Bight. We couldn’t wait to se it ,but first things first, where am I running today?
http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k160/sylvie_011/whereto.jpg
I ran to South Australia!
http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k160/sylvie_011/waborder.jpg
Well the 6km stretch over the boarder.
Finally, we made it out of W.A! The potential roadkill sign now includes, roos, camels and wombats!
We stopped at 2 sections to have a look at the Bight.
http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k160/sylvie_011/bight1.jpg
Driver Dick was so moved by the majestic views at the first location that he felt compelled to’ christen’ the site by taking a whiz .All I can say is why some people are relased into society is an issue we should all share a concern about,but,thank you Driver Dick for checking the wind direction first.
The second view (of the Bight,not Driver Dick) was of even greater magnificence.
http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k160/sylvie_011/bight2.jpg
It’s scenery like this that helps you understand why former Prime Minister Gough Whitlam pronounced it Ost-RAY-lia as opposd to eh-strayl-ya,why Steve Irwin punctuated sentences with “CRIKEY”,why Peter Alan stopped shaking his maracas and going to Rio long enough to explain why he still called Australia home.
It’s the sort of scenery that no doubt inspired Peter Garrat and Midnight Oil
“MY-Y-Y-Y-Y COUNTRY RIGHT OR WROOOOONG’
My unexpected bubble of national pride was popped by a nearby photographer perched quite close to the edge of the cliff who informed us there were whales in the water below. It was,as he said,” the moment of magic that we wait for”.
Which I thought was a fit way to describe my singing ,but..check out these beauties.
http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k160/sylvie_011/whale.jpg
On the way out we saw a very big bird.I think it was a pterdactyl, drver Dick says it was a wedgetail Eagle,but,he didn’t have his contact lens in so,who you gonna believe?
Nundroo,South Australia
1:00pm
(Horrible cheese salad roll for lunch)
What’s it called when motorcycle riders ride leaning back, with their feet hanging over the little foot bar thingy,with their toes pointing outwards ?
Road humping?
Here’s a pic of a big truck with another big truck on top of it.
http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k160/sylvie_011/truck.jpg
My guess is that it’s going to Kalgoorlie to be used as a bus for one of those companies that run brothel tours.
Next stop: Fruit fly clearance at Ceduna(fruit fly Driver Dick,not YOUR fly) then onto Port Augusta!
Song of the day: You Can’t stop the Music- The Village People
The Nullabor (meaning without trees in lain) is endless flatness.I haven’t seen that much flatness since Paris Hiltons foray into porn.
It is however, quite beautiful. As the sun set, everything was bathed in pinks and purples ,but it was a long drive into Eucla.
A long, long drive.
So long that I wanted to scream into the cd player ‘YES ,FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME, MEATLOAF, YES,I WOULD GIVE MY THROAT TO THE BLOODY WOLF WITH THE BLOODY RED ROSE’
Having arrived late last night,we didn’t get a good look at Eucla until this morning.The Eucla motel has pretty much remained as it was when it was first established as a base for the road workers who built the Eyre Highway.You get a room a bed and some surprisingly warm itchy army blankets-and really-who could ask for anything more?
We caught a glimpse of the oceanic views that would lead us to the Great Australian Bight. We couldn’t wait to se it ,but first things first, where am I running today?
http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k160/sylvie_011/whereto.jpg
I ran to South Australia!
http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k160/sylvie_011/waborder.jpg
Well the 6km stretch over the boarder.
Finally, we made it out of W.A! The potential roadkill sign now includes, roos, camels and wombats!
We stopped at 2 sections to have a look at the Bight.
http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k160/sylvie_011/bight1.jpg
Driver Dick was so moved by the majestic views at the first location that he felt compelled to’ christen’ the site by taking a whiz .All I can say is why some people are relased into society is an issue we should all share a concern about,but,thank you Driver Dick for checking the wind direction first.
The second view (of the Bight,not Driver Dick) was of even greater magnificence.
http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k160/sylvie_011/bight2.jpg
It’s scenery like this that helps you understand why former Prime Minister Gough Whitlam pronounced it Ost-RAY-lia as opposd to eh-strayl-ya,why Steve Irwin punctuated sentences with “CRIKEY”,why Peter Alan stopped shaking his maracas and going to Rio long enough to explain why he still called Australia home.
It’s the sort of scenery that no doubt inspired Peter Garrat and Midnight Oil
“MY-Y-Y-Y-Y COUNTRY RIGHT OR WROOOOONG’
My unexpected bubble of national pride was popped by a nearby photographer perched quite close to the edge of the cliff who informed us there were whales in the water below. It was,as he said,” the moment of magic that we wait for”.
Which I thought was a fit way to describe my singing ,but..check out these beauties.
http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k160/sylvie_011/whale.jpg
On the way out we saw a very big bird.I think it was a pterdactyl, drver Dick says it was a wedgetail Eagle,but,he didn’t have his contact lens in so,who you gonna believe?
Nundroo,South Australia
1:00pm
(Horrible cheese salad roll for lunch)
What’s it called when motorcycle riders ride leaning back, with their feet hanging over the little foot bar thingy,with their toes pointing outwards ?
Road humping?
Here’s a pic of a big truck with another big truck on top of it.
http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k160/sylvie_011/truck.jpg
My guess is that it’s going to Kalgoorlie to be used as a bus for one of those companies that run brothel tours.
Next stop: Fruit fly clearance at Ceduna(fruit fly Driver Dick,not YOUR fly) then onto Port Augusta!
Song of the day: You Can’t stop the Music- The Village People
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