We parked the car at a rusty, unmarked gate just off the road and mooched over the sand dunes to a stretch of deserted beach…
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.
Bring a copy of Kerouac, load your iPod up with The Eagles, Nat King Cole and Chuck Berry. Just leave the calorie-counting book at home.
The west coast of Australia. Where sunsets and surf are celebrated, and where desert land and gorges repeatedly play second fiddle. But not anymore.
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…
The road: a magical, serendipitous place, though often a long and lonesome one. Whether you’re a solo wanderer or not, a great read remains a crucial travel companion for any long haul adventure.
The beaming and curious smiles of the locals watch on as we load our bags into the back locker of our overland truck. The dirt road snakes its way onwards through gentle hills, punctuated by traditional thatched straw homes. Smoke from early morning cooking dots the horizon and mixes with the cool mist in the early morning sun. Another epic day on the road awaits.
It’s an iconic American image – the endless expanse of the open road. And just like Australians can’t drive more than a few hundred kilometres before coming across a giant mango or something, Americans have their own quirky fondness for bizarre roadside attractions.
What it is about America that makes people cross it in search of something? For some it’s a better life, others are looking for truth or beauty, or the best home-cooked chilli; but for thousands of travellers each year, it’s music that drives them. Many will road trip square across the country to visit the hometown of their idol, or uncover the origins of a particular music scene. From the jazz-filled hotels of New Orleans to the crooner bars of Vegas and the grunge clubs of Seattle, there’s a song and a story for almost everyone.