[Hot and exhausting, but the road was safe enough and there was not much traffic anyway]
Hebel wasn’t exactly the blooming oasis I’d been eagerly anticipating for the previous 50km, but at least I got a cold beer and a nice steak sandwich in the pub.
I moved on after a pleasant hour or so, and got as far as the Narran River which looked like a nice place to camp.
The feral pig hunter who came nosing around in his flat-bed 4WD with his vicious caged pig dogs was a bit of a worry – I was worried about a wild pig chase marauding through my camp late at night – but there was no such trouble in the end.
