We can’t camp at the Devils Marbles as I’m in plaster and recovering from a fall. But just around the bend from the Devils Marbles is the lesser known Wauchope Hotel. We pull in and hobble over for a huge Parma because it will save us from three legged cooking tonight. This is the first Parma* of the trip I think, wow that’s some kind of record 15,000kms without a Parma. The place is spotless, friendly and has a landscaped garden and pool. Gee and I thought that we were in the outback! They even give us a doggy bag. I gaze longingly at someone else’s photos of the Devil’s Marbles on the wall.

*For my international readers, a Parma is an Aussie corruption of an Italian Parmagiana where the veal is replaced by an enormous breast of chicken and smothered in a tomato sauce and covered in melted cheese. It usually sits atop a raft of chips (fatter than French fries) and is accompanied by a a few salad vegetables. In the last twenty years this has become a standard on all country pub menus. With some pubs even vying for ‘Best Parma’ awards.