Le (de)tour, le mud

Birdsville just didn't want us. The Birdsville Track was closed and there was little prospect of it opening, so we hitched up our spirit of adventure, kicked the dust of our boots and head east to Windorah. Unfortunately, the dust was soon replaced by mud. The Bedourie police said. "Yeah, you'll be right getting to Windorah. Watch out for water on the road, and there's some mud too. I'll give you six hours, so call me when you get there." Six-and-half hours later -- hours full of amazing green plains stretching to nowhere; intimate moments with some of the country's finest soil turned into mud; driving rain; and kangaroos, emus, brumbies and future hamburgers -- we rolled into Windorah and a hot shower. Motorcycle riding rule #48: you can never be too warm on a 'bike. So, we have Gulf # 2 in our sights, via White Cliffs and Broken Hill -- it would be dandy if it stopped raining.