The road's poker straight through only shrubs and sandy ground. The sun's hot and unbroken through the windows but we have the air conditioning on as its cooler and less noisy. Well its colder than the air but not really cool. It drys my lips and hands slightly. We're listening to a talking book, the deep rich English accent seemingly echoing through our car and across the plain to the horizons on both sides. Little happens on the road but the risks are enough to keep you alert, we're miles away from any help or hospitals and the thundering road trains pull the air from under our wheels as they pass us.
