We stayed that night at the border. First thing I noticed was that there was actually a big sign welcoming us to South Australia.
As I walked back to the caravan I noticed a line (left to right) across the roadway, clearly showing where Northern Territory ended and South Australia began.
Also the parking lanes were well defined, so next morning it was easy to leave the free camp and get back on the road.
Another thing we couldn't help but notice when we arrived was the number of flies intent on settling on our face, up our nose, in our ears. No wonder the only people sitting outside we're those wearing nets. At this stage we did not have any so we sat in our van until after dark.
Next morning we set off once more. Oh no! It was not long before we heard a weird noise coming from the motor. Pulled over to the side of the road, Brandt looked under the bonnet and I heard him say, "it's not good".
Slowly we made our way to a roadhouse at Marla. At least there we could hook up to power and get mobile phone coverage.
To cut a long story short RACQ (the equivalent of AA in NZ) paid for us to be trucked to Port Augusta 774 km South, where there may be someone who could help us.
So instead of spending a night in Coober Pedy, we stayed there long enough to have lunch.
Luckily we intend to visit there properly next year.
So here we are at Port Augusta. The flies are bad here too so, even though I was given some netting to make my own, I went and bought two fly nets
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