Waking in Mandura we first checked out the lookout just west of the campground. The Mandura valley below was so vast that you could see the curvature of the Earth.Turning back east we headed in the direction of the Nullarbor again. Entering the Australian Bight we stopped several times to take pictures and to allow the flies something to do. We were nearly lifted off our feet by these flies.Walking towards the Bight they were in our face and on the way back to the camper they clung to our backs trying to get into our motorhome.

* Leaving the Australian Bight National Park we looked for a place to pull up, The Nullarbor Roadhouse rose from the desert as a place to plug in. We had met back up with the guy who had helped me with the cassette several days ago. We pulled in next to home and his family and as Joy and I have perfected our camp set up in five minutes we were facing away from the evening sun, windshield blocked out and onboard a/c running off of the Roadhouse electric. **** Spending the night here was great as the stars were out in force and the Roadhouse restaurant good offering me another Pub to try chicken parmigiana. Morning we wrapped up our camp and again headed eastbound for Ceduna. It was pretty boring driving over to Ceduna but we managed a stop at Australia's biggest windmill "The Comet". Taking on some fuel and lunch we headed eastbound stopping at the local Race Course for some pictures. **

** Pulling into Ceduna we stopped at a campground just across the street from the local Race Course The Ceduna Racing Club. Again not much to report, we stayed here two nights to recover from the long days on the Nullarbor. They harvest oysters here and we or rather I enjoyed some of the local cuisine. Our cassette friend again caught up to us and we had a proper see ya later dinner before waking the next morning to finally part ways. **

** Stopping here and there we looked at old buildings and old stumps that we never really knew what the were about. The scenery changed from trees to scrub to mostly sand back to scrub then low trees before we arrived in Port Augusta. All train lines pass through Port Augusta and it was a proper town. Which meant that once again we started seeing auto glass along the street meaning trouble in town. We got a ensuite powered campsite which means that we had a private bathroom just outside our motorhome which was a good call as we were buffeted by a large thunder storm this night and in the morning our camper was clean and shined again. ***

* In the morning we packed it up and headed for Woolmera an old missile test range that was now open to the public. Not much between Port Augusta very little traffic. Arriving Woolmera we pulled into our camp spot unloaded our bikes and headed into town. 8000 people used to live here now 137. The town was deserted. There was still a working Post Office and Grocery store. There was a large movie theater and Olympic sized swimming pool. ***

* We rode around town checking out the missile park with displays of the misses fired on this site. The place was empty it was just Joy and I. We did see signs for a $15 T-bone steak dinner at the local sports club. We took showers and biked across town for the cheap eats. Sitting with the locals we were a little out of place but enjoyed the night. Another night of great star gazing, cheap beer and quiet. This would soon end as we head northbound now towards Ayers Rock and Australia Independence Day.