Like many Australians, I’ve given my passport an absolute thrashing. As soon as I hit my late teens I began to feel trapped in Australia. Fenced in. Limited. I needed freedom. And so I went out and got it.
We paid for our tickets to enter Uluru National Park, sure, but we never really felt like we had express permission to be there. And then, in two words, all of the politics fell away…
It’s a remote part of the country that retains that feeling of being completely undiscovered. This is our journey from Coral Bay to Cape Range on Australia’s wild north-west coast.
The west coast of Australia. Where sunsets and surf are celebrated, and where desert land and gorges repeatedly play second fiddle. But not anymore.
We found ourselves driving from Perth to the Pinnacles Desert, and then onto Kalbarri National Park. All in a Corolla named Betty.
Trina and I sat on my mum’s couch in Manchester, listening to a family friend try his best to talk us out of travelling across the Nullarbor.
Two Poms, the Nullarbor and a beaten up Corolla named Betty. This has got Wolf Creek written all over it…
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Arriving into the north of England, country hills suddenly appear like the wrong frame in a film, and the scene keeps rolling to Manchester.
For 30,000 years the Yamatji people called it Ningaloo, which means ‘deepwater’ or ‘high land jutting out into the sea’. Pretty appropriate for Australia’s biggest fringing reef. Ningaloo sits way out on the western edge of Western Australia, just near the coastal town of Exmouth (aka the Gateway to Ningaloo).