Before traveling Australia, the outback was just a chain steakhouse where I used to beg my ex to eat. “Of all the places in New York City,” he’d grumble. But I really loved Bloomin’ Onions.

Ten years later, I found myself tempted by another outback, only this time it was the outback, that indeterminate Australian land—somewhere far beyond the beach and past the bush – where the soil is red, the air dry and people few and far between…

(Read the rest of my piece “Roadtripping through the Australian Outback” on Jetset Times here)

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