Day 4 - Broken Hill to Coober Pedy 

Today started early, 5am to be exact! It was a very wet and cold pack up, we were regretting not getting a cabin instantly. There was a little arguing which dampened the spirits but we were back to normal once we were packed, fed and had a coffee. 

Today, we were off to Coober Pedy. The initial plan was to make William Creek but with plenty of conflicting indications of distance, we decided Coober Pedy would be our safest destination YET still a 9 hour drive. We were highly warned about the roos on the way out of Broken Hill, especially because we do not have a bullbar, however we only saw one or two and strategically stuck with some wing men (other cars/road trains) to protect us. 

On the way we passed the Giant Red Gum! He wasn't all that tall but he certainly was wide. Here are some shots of him.

Next we made our way through the Flinders Rangers, this was quite amazing and a great view. Unfortunately, I cannot find my photos. We also travelled through Port Augusta, SA before arriving at Woomera. There isnt much to do in Woomera, just an Airforce Base and Roadhouse which we stopped at both. We had the worlds worst chiko rolls at Woomera (no, we didnt have much to choose from) and then went on to Coober Pedy. 

We finally arrived in Coober Pedy about 5.30pm however called ahead to book a spot at the Oasis Caravan park and thankfully so, we were squeezed in. As it was State of Origin night, we asked the reception where we could watch it. The pub was mentioned and we were told it was in walking distance. We were advised to walk everywhere (if anywhere) due to the police pulling everyone and anyone over. As we said we might visit the pub, one of the older guys in the reception area said to the lady we were talking to "what about the boongs?" to which Phil said "isnt it too cold for them" and the other gentlemen said that the local police had cleaned them up. After Phil had a good giggle, we decided to stay in. As we were setting up, in our very squeezed in spot, I had asked Phil to confirm the camper opened to the left before I directed him, he confirmed. Turns out my left and his left are different and after parking and partially unpacking, we realised we had to move the trailer to the other side of the site. Now, when you dont have a pumped up jockey wheel, this means putting it back on the car and starting again. Needless to say, Phil wasnt very happy, and all I could do was laugh to myself telling our neighbour that all campsite set-ups and break-downs ended in divorce. He thought I was quite funny. 

We cooked a nice meal, Chicken Schnitzel and 'Kokoda' pasta once again, and went off to bed.