We didn't realise how subtle the calm of the Northern Territory was until we crossed the border into South Australia. Every week the changing of the seasons was throwing cold front upon cold front at us. And the wind associated with these fronts were fearce, building with a roar through the eucalyptus leaves until it hits with a thump, shaking the roof and beating the canvas with its flailing wings. As I write this final Blog I am flicking between this and Weathe...

The mandatory ‘re-visit’ to our favourite cafe at Quorn was our last activity in the Flinders Ranges before deciding to dramatically change our scenery. We blasted south out of the Ranges through the Pitchi Ritchi pass and descended into the flat low lying port areas around Port Augusta. The surrounds changed from dry scrub lined scattered hills, until the colour started to re emerge into our senses as the lush rolling green pastures came into view, lined wi...

Salad wraps and carrot sticks at 8:30am to avoid a $30,000 fine was our last meal in the Northern Territory as we left Kulgera and headed south towards the fruit fly free zone of South Australia. The flat lands became flatter, and the trees sparser as we approached the moonscape of the Coober Pedy opal fields. A few days was spent exploring the random blip of civilisation in the middle of the desert, with their underground hotels, churches and houses. The unrele...