Bart Bear's Blog

These trees zipping past the window of our cabin on the Indian-Pacific are actually nearly all of the trees you see on your way across the Nullarbor Plain. They are at what remains of the tiny town of Forrest, half way across the flat, dry, treeless Nullarbor. They were planted to give a bit of shade to the town back in the days when Forrest was a vital stop on the Trans-Australian Railway and on the air route from Perf to Adelaide. There are only a few houses left there now and the only people living there are two guys that look after the airfield and occasional railway maintenance crews. The airfield is still important as it is the only one on the Nullarbor that can take big jets. Scruffy and I really liked our trip across the Nullarbor. It is a very different place to where we live, and there is not much like it anywhere else in the world. You learn all sorts of things when you travel. Everybody should do it.

Labels: South Australia, train, trees, Western Australia