This surreal scene didn’t last long because the water evaporated quickly; by the time I reached the animal and plant inspection post at the South Australian border the road was dry, and I hadn’t seen any animals for 40 or 50 kilometres. I had four apples with me, and since they had to be destroyed before crossing the border I put two into the bin and ate the other two leaning on the kangaroo bar fitted to the front of the ute.
Resuming my journey towards Port Augusta I was feeling reasonably rested. After Renmark I took a short cut, driving 100 kilometres along a dirt road in order to save about 50. Luckily the wind was coming from my left, so it blew away the clouds of dust raised by the few vehicles travelling in the opposite direction; instead they had to drive through my dust. As I re
