Over the weekend my fellow journos Kara, Gloria and I headed to Rawlinna (just over 1000 kilometres east of Perth) for the annual Nullarbor Muster. It’s a big rodeo on the edge of the Nullarbor (aka the middle of nowhere) and getting there involves a long drive along the unsealed Trans Access Road.
After we arrived we realised we had not one but two flat tyres. Thankfully this was quickly remedied by some helpful Muster-goers. We thought our dramas were over but the next day we had a car accident which left our car un-drivable. Thankfully no one was hurt.
I was blown away by all the people who stopped to help. The man who moved the car off the road and disconnected the engine. The woman who comforted me through my shock-induced rage. And the people who gave us water and offered up their food.
We made it back to Kalgoorlie thanks to a convey of cowboys we befriended the day before. They unloaded our car, loaded our stuff into their utes and off we went.
People are amazing.
Despite the car trouble the Muster was such an amazing experience.