I left them for dead.
I told the guy at the Seven Eleven servo I was leaving.
They were good to me.
I parked there every second night, safely huddled between two trucks.
The car park was under power-lines that fed the city.
I could hear the humming of electricity that helped me sleep.
I was going to miss this place.
The only place I was never hounded.
On that note, I just left.
And headed north.
Into an alien territory.
It was mine, to explore.
And I was heading north.
I had no idea where I was going to land.
That has never been the purpose of my travels.
It’s what I’ve experienced along the way, that counts.
Vast deserts, road trains, road kill, man, I was actually doing it.
All I had to do was leave Perth.
And drive north.
And just like that, my Road Kill Tour began.
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