We didn't really see what the complete fuss was about regarding Coober Pedy, which is the 'opal capital of the World'. A lot of it was meant to be underground, but most of what we saw seemed to be over ground. I know what you as the reader are thinking now. If it was underground, you wouldn't be able to see it anyway.

When we got there, t was good to see a visitor centre, and some shops with food and water, as we seemed to be running out of it those thick and fast. Oh, it was actually good to see some people as well. The place was full of Indigenous people and tourists. Within five minutes of arrival, we had an old indigenous fella come to the Campervan and beg for some money. Before our departure from the 'Opal Capital of the World', another 2 people would ask for money and we would see a smashed up bus shelter. It's not just 'Broken Britain' it seems that has problems; it's also the 'broken outback'. The other two went to see an underground church, but time was of the essence, so I felt stocking up on Water and feeding my stomach with Burger and Chips was more important. We could have done with a little more time to be honest, as I don't think the limited time we had there really made us appreciate what makes it a popular tourist attraction. On the other side of the coin though, it got me thinking that, just maybe Coober Pedy is only a popular tourist attraction due to it being in the middle of absolutely no where, so it is a good stop off point to have a break etc.

We set off around 1pm with Jamie taking over the driving duties, and we felt a lot safer now we were on the Stuart Highway and other cars were around. This was nothing like the M1 Motorway however, every driver that passed us waved apart from the Road trains, but they were so high up, we couldn't even see the driver in one of those things from our viewing point in our lowly campervan. We were thinking of the past couple of days and it got us thinking that Sydney and Melbourne is nice, and so is Brisbane and Adelaide etc, but the middle part of Australia seems to be the place that no one seemed to give a stuff about. It's just so vast and neglected. How anyone can live anywhere in this part is beyond me, although if it's the only thing that someone has ever been used to, I guess they know no different.

We stopped off at the Northern Territory/South Australia border and took some pictures of each other with the sign, and we were now in the red centre, with the ground and fields gradually changing colour. It was an awesome sunset, and we just preyed that the sunset would be as good the day after when we were visiting Ayers Rock.

We later arrived at Ayers Rock resort around half 11 that evening, with the odd 5/10 minute stop on the way for petrol. Jamie did a fantastic stint with the wheel dodging birds/cows/camels on the way. We were ahead of schedule, and we would be up super dooper early to get out of the campsite the next morning and go see the Sunrise at Uluru. Next Blog is Ayers Rock resort.