It was the end of daylight saving, and we awoke to find Dawn almost upon us – an hour earlier than we had expected. So we breakfasted quickly and headed out of town, realising that the kilometres were rapidly counting down. Arzua beckoned. We headed out into majestic woodlands, then …
Breakfast at Port Augusta – an imperious name for a mineral and grain port served by grungy railways, giant grain silos and container trucks with tandem trailers. We were told that there was fuel on the outskirts of the town, but it would be 144kms before we saw the next …
The road to Port Pirie took us along the Murray Riverland with ripe orange orchards, and then the land turned scrubby and a white fluff drifted across the road. Who would have thought this was now a cotton growing area! Clearly a successful cultivation, but with cotton being a water-thirsty …
