Norseman is one of the most depressing places I’ve ever been. Streets are empty, more than half the shops on the main drag are boarded up, and the only place to eat during the day on weekends is a roadhouse. During the week there is also a cafe, and the local pub serves counter meals in the evening.
Norseman used to be mining town and now it’s a nothing town. But it does have the distinction of being the start of the Eyre Highway (or end, if you’re coming from SA), which keeps it on the map.
My wonderful friend, Lisa, is challenging herself once again: this time, cycling across the Nullabor.
Today she arrived at her starting point, and I’m keen to read about her adventures and see the sights through her eyes.
I’m sending good vibes to her for a safe, interesting and enjoyable adventure.
Eerily enough, as I reblog her post, Cycling Trivialities by Jose Gonzalez is playing randomly on my iTunes.
That’s gotta be a good sign, Lisa! xx