Being the first vehicle in a convoy is superior since you see more of the landscape and various animals and less of the dust. Warburton was originally a mission where well-meaning relious men tried to salvage the locals from hell. It has become an alcohol and drug-ridden place resembling purgatory more than the missionaries could have dreamt of in their worst nightmares. The community is a bit of a distance to the left, and the roadhouse is to the right. It was an even more depressing scene than the one in Warakurna.
Gasoline pumps in cages.
A corrugated iron fence topped with barbed wire. Signs stated that various things were forbidden. No photos without permission. We had to borrow keys to the toilets from the staff. A sullen proprietor filled Fidelity with diesel at a dollar a litre.