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| No concrete, tin roof camels on a roundabout are a very acceptable alternative. Norseman knows what the people like. |
Right. Can’t face fighting this internet any more this
evening. Will give it another go tomorrow, but it’s good news today. 120 miles
of hills, heat and flies, and I’m the spec of a town called Norseman. 9 days
since Ceduna, and I’m back in a civilisation of sorts; shops, houses, cars,
people, that kind of thing.
Less than 1,000 people in the middle of the outback makes
for a strange little place, but it feels good to have made it here. Ceduna to
Norseman is the classic Nullabor crossing, feels like an achievement.
More details tomorrow hopefully.
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