The Nullarbor is supposed to be the place where the country runs out. From the car it is a ruled line, a white edge on bitumen, saltbush and sky, and the long habit of calling it empty. This spring the… Continue Reading →
In Penong, on the Nullarbor, the Ampol station is the only public room for a hundred kilometres in any direction that pretends to offer the internet. I sat there for an hour yesterday trying to join the Telstra public network…. Continue Reading →
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