If yesterday it seemed we were travelling in the middle of nowhere, now it is even worse (or better, depending on your point of view). The road started well, but a few kilometers from the roadhouse where we spent the night the asphalt ends and begins a long dirt track, perfectly straight, flanked by the usual vaguely spooky landscape made of withered trees darkened by some old fire. For all the 263 kilometers of today’s leg the road alternates asphalt and dirt sometimes white, sometimes red, but does not meet any towns. We meet a dozen of vehicles, including a huge truck. For the rest just lean cows, termite mounds and several kangaroos crossing the road hopping. Dry wind, dust and silence.