We are in Marla. A town where we would have stopped to get petrol. A town bypassed by the Stuart Highway. A town that we would not have remembered on long travels, except maybe by a receipt found from my wallet when I was cleaning it out in three months.
The past few days we have been enjoying keeping a tent up for more than a single night, while enjoying a camp ground in the Barossa Valley. Here we met new friends and saw many vineyards that give the region it's name.