Roadhouse schnitzel with sump oil gravy for dinner yesterday. Territory style. Everything deep fried in batter. Even the batter has batter. Salad - deep fried. Well, almost. Dinner tonight - in Tennant Creek - was thai beef sald. Thai because it tied me up for about ten minutes chewing each mouthful before i could swallow.
Cruise control sorted - a wire had been nipped, probably when the alarm was installed. An hour of dismantling the dashboard, a “Eureka” moment, a small bit of tape, $88 to the auto-electrician and off we went.
The Stuart Highway is like a giant conveyor belt. Grey nomads towing caravans one after another as far as the eye can see. Having a ball, they are, except the couple arguing in the stopover about whose turn it was to be packing the food away. Why should domestic bliss change just ‘cos you are on the road?