These long straight roads will eventually do my head in. And I'm not even driving. L. probably went mad days ago and I just never noticed, too busy scratching my bites and wondering where the fuck I'm getting my next coffee fix from...there's a lot of instant out this way.
We hit the 10,000km mark this morning on the road south of Broome, then the gps died. Christ, how are we going to find our way home now?
At Sandfire Roadhouse for the night. Their eftpos is down, and we've spent all our cash. Goodtimes!
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