Butt Fuck Nowhere

I have been in the middle of Butt Fuck Nowhere.

It's not on any map or in travel guides, but I have definately visited the place on several occasions.
It's like having an epiphany: it surprises you when you find yourself in it. "Oh! I'm in the middle of Butt Fuck Nowhere again".

You didn't see it coming.
There were no signs.
You didn't notice that you were on the outskirts or near the edge of it.
You are always in the middle of Butt Fuck Nowhere before you realize it!

It's a transient place.
It seems to move around a lot.
It's a shy place: you never find it in a big city.
It stays away from the crowds.
No one lives there; but there is usually a dog wandering around looking bewildered.

The last time I was there was in the Mato Grosso in Brazil.
Before that it was in Patagonia.
The first time I found myself in it was in Western Australia.
I've heard people claim to have stumbled on it in Northern Saskatchewan in Canada, Siberia, and Western China.

My friend said he had been there, but on cross examination I realized he had only visited Sparsely Populated Mildly Rural.
The electricity poles in his story were a give a way.

It's a good place to take a break, make a sandwich, have a cup of tea.
For some reason I'm usually with English tea fiends when I visit.
I always take a few deep breaths, gaze at the scenery or lack there of, and declare in a loud voice, "I'm in the middle of Butt Fuck Nowhere".