Ever since we met a couple of blokes who were doing east west zig zags across New South Wales (because everyone else seems to travel north and south dashing between Victoria and Queensland) I’m fascinated with the routes that people plan for their trips. Some follow rivers like the Murray from source to sea. Others explore an area like The Cape (Cape York) or the Eyre Peninsula. Many follow the music festivals, oldies kicking up their heels at Tamworth and Gympie and Port Fairy. Yet others tootle about from one gold region to another with metal detectors at the ready. The majority follow the coasts or the major highways.
Recently we gulped in surprise when Woody’s footy loving cousin said that she and hubby would be spending a camping trip following her beloved Melbourne Demons to Perth in May and Darwin a couple of weeks later. I’ve a sneaking suspicion that they’ll call into Alice Springs for the July match there and in all chalk up at the absolute least 11,000kms. So, if you see a ute out on the Nullarbor with a demons scarf proudly fluttering in the breeze, give ‘em a big G’day from us.