Today was one of these days I'd rather skip - almost
exclusively driving. I wanted to get out of the Outback, which is not as simply done as
said. It may not even take that long - just two days in my case - but it feels like
eternity: the scenery changes little and more importantly, one is all alone. On today's
record stretch of 680km (which I hope never to repeat again) I met maybe a total of 20
vehicles, including 10 road trains. You drive on a straight road with nothing spectacular
going on nor anyone to talk to.
Speaking of road trains:
only one of the mentioned 10 was of "Category 2", meaning really, really long,
50 meters that is. And it went the other way, so I did not capture it in picture. Even if,
at 50m of length, how far would I have to stand to capture it with my 17mm? Do it as a
homework, kids (for Americans: take three big trucks following each other at 1 ft
distance, then you get a Category 2 road train. Or put less than two of them along a
football field). I guess I was not far west enough to see more of them - they are not
allowed near civilization.
While
heading east in the general direction of Brisbane I eventually saw the first clouds after
three days of a super clean sky. According to the weather forecast I will soon see more
clouds than I like, but that's ok for a change. Under these wonderful clouds I found a
relatively fly-free spot in the state forest near Dalby for this night; while taking a
shower I managed to push the water container over the fence an impressive two times, which
both times (once with a soapy head) forced me to rush over the barbed wire before all the
water disappeared in the ground.
Today, Queensland won the
Australian Cricket championship, the radio is full of it, way too full if you ask me; and
Fargo did not get the Oscar for best picture, which is just too sad and once again shows
the incompetence of the Academy.