Like on all journeys things can go wrong and yes our brakes needed repairs, so off to the local mechanics in a small country town!And yes Tigga was in need of a new pair of shoes.
And Maya and her wonderful little family drove 400 kms to drop me off so I could continue travelling. I felt very blessed to have them drive me all the way and wave me off with lots of good wishes!
It was about a 1000 kilometre round journey. We didn't get to Alice Springs but it didn't matter.
Yes it was a destination but on the Drom (which in Romani means 'on the journey'), it is the journey that matters, not the destination. And so it was for us. Travelling slowly through the pasture land of South Australia gave me a renewed sense of this land.
And the wonderful people on the way.
We were warned as a bunch of women travelling that we might meet 'bad' people. But during the journey we only met 1 grumpy old man. The rest of the way we were met with so much kindness and help and yes some curiosity as well!
From local gathering at their local shop, to being invited to dinner in farm kitchens, to being given sheds to take shelter from storms and offering even shelter for the vardo when big wind gusts were expected
The journey holds a kaleidoscope of so many images, so many faces, and the rain - which in Australia you can never wish away for it is what our country is crying out for ... the only thing I would have wished away was the wind. But during our last week on the road the wind must have heard our pleas as we were blessed with perfect weather ... and I will write of that next time!
