Arrived in Perth having crossed the mighty Nullarbor. Nor sure what hit me, to be honest – the Nullarbor, an ancient limestone seabed which goes for hundreds of miles without a stream or a tree, is so flat and featureless that the better part of yesterday we spent crossing it might have been just fifteen minutes, or a month. The sense of weirdness of the absence of physical landmarks was compounded by temporal uncertainty: South Australia is a cheeky 30 minutes behind Melbourne, Western Australia another 90 minutes beyond that (at least in summer time). Here are some pictures which will inevitably make the empty center of the trip seem even briefer. The top shows the sunset of our first night, gold to the west reflected in the eastward window's pinks and blues. 
The Nullarbor. 
Our train, seen in Cook (population 7), our only stop in the Nullarbor, where there was nothing else to photograph – except other passengers in search of something to snap!
(Top:) Trees start – but it’s not as many as it looks like, this is much zoomed. (Above:) Outback at last! 
A storm as we approach Kalgoorlie. Imagine how satisfying that was!!
