As we had nothing else to do, and we thought it wouldn’t do any harm to ingratiate ourselves with the driver, we helped with the unloading and loading of the road train, handling the gates and rope as well as man handling some of the cargo into position for the forklifts. I think Justin (the driver) appreciated our efforts and he become more friendly, breaking out the chilled Coke whilst we worked (how many people get to say they worked a road train?!). Eventually we were ready to go at 7:30pm, so we climbed aboard along with Tamara whose parents live on a nearby station. The girls were in the sleeping compartment and I road shotgun as we left Borroloola and started an unforgettable journey back to Darwin (Justin had, by this time, agreed to give us a lift the whole way).
You certainly get good view from a road train and oncoming cars gave us respect on the single track bitumen road, pulling off to the side, appreciating the “might is right” sentiment. A stop at the Heartbreak Hotel roadhouse at Cape Crawford had us unloading a few items, then it was back on the road into the night.
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