What pushed sensible, mature people to leave a comfortable life and spend thousands of dollars of their life savings to take risks in the middle of nowhere? It was their first trip. They joined the exodus north, the long procession of caravans and campers and gleaming LandCruisers, the tight-packed trailers with dinghies strapped on top, spreading up the coastal highway; part of the ritual urge that took hold in middle life -- to go around Australia...
I liked the recognition of places I knew from my own travels, and the emotional journey of the travellers, but was left wanting more. This seemed more like a diary or journal than a novel.