Riding north in the Territory

Northwards to Darwin has begun and in the inimitable L. style it's "let's get there as fast as we can". But in this heat I don't really want to be hanging about either.

The roads are straight but throw the odd curve ball in the form of 'willy willies'. These are invisible mini tornadoes brought about by wind and heat. They toss the bike from side to side across the road reminding us of our precarious balance between life and death.

The curious thing about road kill is that it can always be smelt but not necessarily seen. But I did see a poor dead cow on the side of the road inflated like a balloon ready to pop...