The drive down to Coober Pedy was interesting. Firstly, we crossed the border, stopping to take photos. Then we saw a smashed caravan beside the road and I mean it was pulverised into a scattered trail of multi-coloured pieces each no bigger than a shoe. It was completely and totally wrecked. Either it was made of balsa wood or it was hit by a road train. Further on down the road we saw fields of wildflowers: yellow, white, purple and my favourite red. ...