Dog Shooters & Roof-Top Tents – The Nullarbor, Australia
“I flick the flashlight in the direction of the treeline and the light is shot back at me from five, six, maybe eight sets of flickering eyes. Dogs…
“I flick the flashlight in the direction of the treeline and the light is shot back at me from five, six, maybe eight sets of flickering eyes. Dogs…
“I see many films, and hear many stories about hitchhikers, and they always meet with some crazy guy, who kill them… You must be careful. Especially here in Australia…”
The young man would be holding a vicious switch, cut from nearby bushes and the woman would provoke him into whipping her…
Travelers Dilemma ( #2 ) Sometimes you stumble into a place and it’s beauty makes you feel as if you could spend the rest of your life there. Paradoxically, if you followed those sort of impulses you would not be a traveler and you would not have discovered the place you yearn to remain in.…
Shannon loves big rocks. When we drove past Karlu Karlu, she had to stop and risk her neck clambering all over them. I took pictures from a safe distance. White people named Karlu Karlu “The Devils Marbles”. It’s easy to see why. It must have seemed like a place straight out of the old testament…
…As we climbed higher, the way got narrower and narrower, and the walls steeper and rockier. In the narrow passes there was moisture in the soil, and plenty of grass. It was a perfect wallaby habitat. As we came around a rocky outcrop, into the head of the canyon, we stopped dead in our tracks. …
In the desert, any bar is a good bar, but you don’t get to choose your drinking companions… I step into the shade of the “La Boussole” bar and collapse gratefully onto a couch beside the dining table. Outside, in M’hamid, the temperature is living up to the Sahara’s reputation. (Above: watering holes…
…Mohamed climbs out and walks around the car. He squints at the sand around the door sills and kicks at the tires. Bill and I look at each other, and feel grateful we brought plenty of water. “Now we push”, says Mohammed… It’s 06:45. The sun’s coming up. I untangle myself from my sleeping…
…the town has become a bit of a pilgrimage for pot heads in the last ten years, because the hill country is full of huge marijuana crops… I ride into Chefchaouen with a sporty gent in his elegant ’70s Merc’ coupe. The steady climb up the mountain roads makes me alternately sleepy and dizzy, but…