Once again my obsession with this place drags me 500 odd kilometers into the barren wasteland to experince utter silence and stark beauty at its best. Pitch dark roadways, chattering cold tents, undies full of sand, rattle snake tracks and inflatable beds have become something I am starting to get comfortable with! I've done a lot of solos on this sector and always felt it was a long way from home. The road never seems to end. The constant humming of tires go on ceaselessly urging you to silently take a nap on the wheel. Add to it the fatigue of driving for four straight hours you know what you have. A perfect disaster! But this time, it was different. The drive didn't seem so long, I didn't feel so lonely and I ofcourse I
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