Crapping on a yak.....overland to the other side of the world and the rest

This is the story of my 32 week London to Sydney overland trip on a big orange truck with 30 odd other people.....and what happens after.. I try to find the best pizza in the world. I test the limits of endurance of my T-shirts in the hunt for the most bizarre location in which to bump into a fellow fan of the band 'The Fall'. Slightly more successfully, I try to take a guitar to as many of the world's monuments as I can. Finally, I confront the greatest cultural divide of them all...toilets.

Day 213 – 02 March 2010: A Bigger Better Rock?

I am woken by Tracy screaming out that there was an Emu trying to get into her tent.

On the road again, as we’re not stopping anywhere more than a night, and we have a look at Mt Connor, which is like Uluru, but even more imposing. For some reason though, there is not so much cultural significance attached to this one. Did not the early Aboriginals realise that there was an even bigger bugger a few hours walk away?

Site seeing on our drive along the outback roads, we see some possibly inebriated cowboys taking their tired horses to a petrol station to fuel up, dingoes walking along the side of the road, and lots of bones of large animals, possibly cattle road kill, all lying about ten metres off the road. Either someone moved them, or they were propelled there by the impact with a road train or something similar.

We stop to camp quite early in the heat about 100km north of Coober Pedy, an old mining town.