Once the formalities of introduction are over,
the two men speak to each other in Danish.

Outside, the sun is low, there is no-one in the fields, no traffic on the road, and nothing at the roadside.

A freight train cuts across the land to your right, and further on, some sheep stop your progress momentarily.

Occasionally, you'll see a half-eaten,
dead kangaroo at the side of the road.

When it rains, the water runs off the sealed bitumen, and collects at the edge; encouraging green shrub to grow like sideburns.

The kangaroos come to feed by the side of the road at night, when it is cooler. Oncoming headlights startle them, they freeze, and at the last minute jump in front of the approaching vehicle.

They are big, and strong enough to seriously damage a motor-car without protective bars, but the Road Trains flick them to one side like flies. The tired truck driver might only realize that he has struck anything, if he hits a cow.

The road is deserted when the sun finally sets behind the twiggy trees. The day is slipping away....

The sky becomes violet to the west, the earth is dark, and the stark twigs turn silhouette.

To the east, where the last
of the light still paints,
the detail is a greeny
light brown, and the
ground glows
a fire-red.