Finally, the border, Eucla, a night's sleep and a bit of a look around the old telegraph station. Although I was still only just
over half way there, I felt like I was home. And that feeling would grow the closer I got to Norseman and Esperance.

In 1984 I walked in the waning light of day from the old rooms at the Eucla Motel to the telegraph station. This time I rode
my bike down. The sand has reclaimed most of the site, but the remains still present an insight to the size and layout of it.
If you're passing through, be sure to check out the museum that is part of the motel complex.