Day Eighty Seven - October 1st, 2013 Adelaide to Robe We had a pretty restless night as winds reached 50 kilometres an hour, and the rain pelted down at us. In a tent everything is magnified; when it's hot outside, the tent is like a furnace. When the wind is blowing, it sounds like you're in a jet engine. However, the tent is now much cleaner than it has been - we are still suffering owner's shame from the evidence of camping under a possum, bat and bird fille...

Day Eighty Six - September 30th, 2013 Adelaide We had a small lie in this morning, and emerged from our cocoon to a grey day with rain on the horizon - our first since the spattering we had some nights in Noosa. We had a leisurely breakfast and bundled into the car to explore Adelaide city centre. Neither of us are big city goers, so after finding a car park in a frankly overwhelming place (this is our first big city in a while!), we wandered aimlessly around...

Day Eighty Five - Coober Pedy to Adelaide September 29th, 2013 The wind had a chill to it as we packed up the single skin tent and headed in to the kitchen for some Nutella on toast. It's clear that we're venturing further south, but there's a long drive ahead to the coast. We set off for Port Augusta, and debated when the road train path would end. We are used to them by now, but our bonnet has an unfortunate habit of popping open as they whoosh past us in t...

Day Eighty Four - September 28th, 2013 Uluru to Coober Pedy We hit the road and eventually made it back to the familiar Stuart Highway, and made our way down behind road trains and 'grey nomads' (older travellers, usually travelling slowly and towing a caravan with their names stuck on the back...). We stopped to get petrol and came across some semi domesticated emus pecking around in the scrub. I dozed some of the way as I'm still trying to kick the jetlag, b...