The Nullarbor is putting me to the absolute test. Windy, as the forecast predicted. I got stopped by an elderly couple who warned us about the winds and said that the roof of their camper van had been blown away.
Looks like fun times ahead!
“So windy and hot. Still about 90km to Norseman.”
“Yeah. If only you hadn’t taken the wrong route.”
“I know. I made a mistake.”
“If you hadn’t, you would be so close to Norseman. You could have had good food, a beer, a shower and hit the bed by now.”
“I made a mistake, OK! Just shut up, stupid brain.”
“Whatever. If only you hadn’t done that extra 50km in that hilly terrain and hot weather…”
It’s the enemy within that’s tougher to deal with than the weather and terrain. My stupid brain.
I wish there was a remote to mute those voices…