Bunda Cliffs to Nullarbor Roadhouse 105 kilometers
Clear cold and crisp start to the day, packed up camp. Then began the 6 kms hike back out along the rough track to the highway. At one point I tripped and fell over the top of the bike, ended up on my back arms and legs akimbo, like a turtle turned on its shell, no damage done. Just a few more scratches to add to my expanding collection- Ouch!
It felt good to be back on the road again, with fair winds and favourable conditions. I quickly warmed up. The Nullarbor can seem a brutal landscape, but riding through it you become aware of its subtleties, variations, the micro climates. Here as the desert meets the sea , the landscape appears less harsh. I take the opportunity to turn off the highway where I can to view the magnificent Bunda Cliffs, keeping an eye out for whales as I do.
I’m ‘down on the drops’, pushing along at a good rate, when I hear the car approaching and slow down. A quick look in my mirror, I can see the window on the passenger side coming down. I brace myself for what I think might be coming, a bottle, abuse?
I was wrong, a distinctly American voice said “Howdy there.”
I glanced across as they drew level, while the male driver fielded the questions his wife filmed me on her mobile. I guess in the absence of something more exotic. I became the point of interest. I answered all the usual questions as they kept pace with me Tour de France style, although they didn’t hand over a bag of goodies!
“How far to do travel each day?” d
“Depends on a lot of things, the weather, points of interest, how I feel. But on average 100 kms.”
“Why are you doing this, for a charity?”
“No, just having a cycling holiday.”
The questions kept coming, once they decided they had enough footage, off they went with a “See you in Melbourne.”
As I reached the western edge of the Nullarbor the landscape, changes once more to become the ‘treeless Plain’ in earnest. I roll into the Nullarbor Roadhouse, a real oasis. I decide to treat myself to a room tonight. The last rest day I had was in Margaret River 3 weeks back. I’m feeling sore and tired. I will rest up before heading off tomorrow where I will be out of 21st century range- phone/ internet. Rough camping for a couple of day’s.