Despite its manifold woes, 2020 has one silver lining: the chance to understand our own country better
When I spent a year in Australia as a young Brit on a working holiday visa in 2000, I took a bus from Broome to Sydney. It took 87 hours.
We hurtled over rugged red earth to Katherine, pelted down the Stuart Highway to Adelaide, dining with truckies, swooning over outback sunsets and enjoying eccentric tales in quirky roadhouses. From Adelaide we powered east across dry brown plains, honking road trains and knocking kangaroos along the way.
