Into the great wide open

Now that the bushes have disappeared, Australia is showing its true scale and character. Surrounded by emptiness with just this strip of bitumen stretching in front of us, it takes determination to battle the western wind, the afternoon heath and the over 600 dry kilometers to Hedland. We carry nearly 40 liters of water now, get up before the wind does, start cycling at first daylight and take an afternoon break under the oversized mailbox of a distant cattle station.

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