6 September 2009
As we drive into Norseman there are all manner of alluring signs: “Supermarket – in town”; “Bank-ATM – in town”; “Cafe – in town”; “Newsagent – in town”; “petrol, information centre…” they continue, evey 15m down the road. It was lunch time and our anticipation was rising. I had been fantasising about camp meals I could cook as I drove in.
It was Sunday. As we drove into the town it became apparent that this definitely was NOT Ceduna (editor’s note – the SA end of the Nullarbor) I would say that it is a one-horse town, but that would just be a shocking pun… (in case you are not up on such details, “Norseman” was a horse credited with finding a nugget of gold in the area and causing the settlement.)
Having toured the two streets of the town centre we soon discovered everything bar the petrol stations and the information centre were shut. I guess the difference here was that we had a choice of roadhouses to hang out in.
Still, we had lunch, the boys had a run, we picked up some maps and the petrol was “cheaper than Hawker” (134.9 per L)
