Between 2000 and 2005 I travelled from Melbourne to South Australian outback opal mining town Coober Pedy many times. Sometimes I went by bus, sometimes by car. I got to know the road. We passed salt lakes, sparse scrub, lines of trees that signified creek. The bitumen’s edge met grass, then grey dirt, then grainy red sand, then white dust. ‘Strong stories change the way people think’, says anthropologist Deborah Rose.1 I have road-tripped thousands of kilometres because of this story. I’m not sure how to begin it. And I’ll never get sick of the ending.
|Number of pages||10|
|Journal||Cultural studies review|
|Publication status||Published - 2007|