What an amazing scene this is, with cliffs marching back to the east as far as we could see.  They were like wedges gouged out of the coastline, the cliffs dropping straight down into the ocean.  The wind climbing up sounded like a chorus of ghosts.  It is an amazing view.

Just as we were about to reach the Western Australia border, we saw a car pulled over by the side of the road.  An unspoken code of the bush is that if you see a stranded motorist, you stop to help.  We pulled over in front of him, and the driver leapt from his seat and frantically explained that he had run out of petrol, and that he had been waiting for four hours for someone to stop.  He had gone so far as to try to wave people down; they would simply wave back and continue on their way.  I was appalled.  The man gave us a petrol container and some money, and we drove 7km to the next station, and then back to give him the petrol.  Thankfully, it wasn’t one of those 190km stretches.  The man was most grateful, and while it may be unwise to help strangers in other countries, in remote parts of Australia, it is surely a must-do for motorists to help each other.

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