  In the pulsar returning from Kalbarri to Perth. Hurting really badly, when we stop the car-my sister and I are unable to walk. Legs are jelly, although I never realised jelly could be so painful. We are almost run down by several trucks, and are overtaken by all. We promise never to tell that road trains are overtaking us. Our headlights are so bad that we can only see, maybe 15 metres in front. We rationalise that in order not to hit a kangaroo we have to drive slowly. Really, we are just shit scared, because we can't see shit.
Stop at lovely Geraldton for food. Starving. All we both want is something that could not have ever been cooked on a camp stove in a gorge, something really special-our first proper meal after 4 days of smokey packet food and urine flavoured river water. In our desperation, we settle on Hungry Jacks. Bad choice. The hicksters at Gerro obviously didnt get properly trained by the big smoke big cheeses (?). Our burgers (aussie, double bacon, double cheese-upsized. oink, oink..) come with unmelted cheese. As we wolf them down we moan about countrified burger techniques. Then we get onionn rings and pudding.
Then we get more coke. We both feel sick all the way home. I have to stop at a servo for crampy diarhoea. Thanks, Jacks. Summary-40 klms over 3 days of crazy hiking and climbing, all whilst carrying a 12 kg backpack......did not burn as much energy as consumed in one big, revolting meal at Hungry Jacks. Once again, Thanks, Jacks. A wasted trip...... 
