Um, think we'll stick to our van. There are many warnings on and about the road west to Kintore
At the end of our first week in Australia’s Red Centre, the spirit of the country starts to work its magic. The lush tropics of North Queensland are far behind. So, too, the dry and dusty Gulf country, which was seemingly empty of much but cattle and crocodiles.
This land, a hundred or so kilometres west of Alice Springs, is entirely different again. As we bump, shake and rattle along an hour after dawn, the colour of the sand that stretches before us is startling, then mesmerizing. Red, indeed. Of a hue so deep it immediately sears itself into a lifetime memory.
