Rebecca picked me up from the hostel in Port Lincoln and it was now time to head to Perth. I had no idea how long it would take, where we would stop along the away or anything really. Unfortunately my trust was in the German girls hands. On a positive note though conversation started much better than previously as I told her about the shark dive, and she told me about her visit to Coffin Bay which she said was very nice. Rebecca took control of the driving all day, I'm pretty sure she did this as she didn't trust my accelerating foot and ability to drive at an economical rate. I wasn't fussed as I managed to get a few hours kip. We rove all day from 10am until 6pm and during this time we had only passed one meaningful thing. This was a tourist attraction called Murphy's Haystack. Yeah I know the name suggest it should be something awesome, but the truth is it was just a set of unique large rocks. Still it did the job in breaking up the drive.
As before conversation with Rebecca soon came to a crashing halt. I tried my best to iniate conversation but she would shrug me off with one word answers and disagree with everything. Maybe it was that time of the month. She was also doing my head in as she kept calling pasta noodles, jams marmalade and TV series TV serious. With no signal, I was unable to contact anyone and I was losing my mind.
That night we parked up in the middle of nowhere, no signal, no toilets, no nothing. We had read in Lonely Planet guide to Australia that between the Western Australia and Southern Australia border you were forbidden from taking through fruit, veggies and cheese. So that night we had to use up the food we had as we were crossing the border the next day. We had a lot, a lot of cheese, just short of 1kg. So we ate apples and cheese and then I made a lovely cheese and potato mash. We'd gone through most of the cheese but there was still some left and we decided to risk it. I love cheese but there was just far too much, it was ridiculous.
So until then stay safe and take care