Interesting thoughts of an Irishman driving home at night. The road is great place to develop one’s philosophy, especially for a motorcyclist. The environment seems to be so much more a part of the experience when one is outside a box.
Driving across a land as vast as Australia, there is even more time to think and a far greater connection with primal nature than one might enjoy crossing many other parts of the world. Every trip further than the next settlement (and sometimes even just that) is a potential Easy Rider epic experience.
The immense sense of the depth human history that I felt when driving across Ireland, for example, is replaced here in Oz with a powerful feeling of the depth of natural history, and with wonder at the vastness of a land that could contain a thousand Irelands.
And here, of course, the snakes have not been driven out.