The homeless, penniless, intelligent fellah is wandering about this morning, at 7.35 am, as the sun rises, with a beer in his hand. I had earlier witnessed him in the toilet block taking about 20m of hand towel away in a bundle. As we watched he walked off into the desert, seemingly collecting empty bottles and cans. He does not appear to be making any attempt to get ready to leave the roadhouse area. Interesting guy. Greg and I both comment that we'd like to hear his story....but from him I'm sure it would be warped.
The wind has blown all night, as it still is, and it is bitterly cold. Scrambled eggs on toast and a hot chocolate, made by my darling sister, warm the insides, as I rug up for the ride west.
I'm really hoping Greg and Rayma don't decide they've had enough, and head home to sunny warm Queensland. Having them here as support crew is amazing.
The first 20km the wind is coming almost over my right shoulder. Not quiet a tail wind, but I'm averaging 20kph. Only trouble is, the wind bouncing off approaching trucks is smashing me, almost throwing me off the road, and making me have to change down at least a couple of gears. Conversely, trucks passing me give me a huge burst of speed, and suck me along with them. But that all stops, as a front passes over and the wind is now on my nose. No hinderence or assistance from the trucks, and speed down to 12kph.....seems so familiar, but at least it's not raining....yet.
The support crew are stopping at 30km and 60km for food breaks, and these are very welcome rests. While I'm biking, Greg gets to do some short exploratory walks out towards the coast. He is a keen Bow Hunter, and outdoors man. Knows heaps about Aussie wildlife, and seems to be really enjoying exploring another part of his country.
The 3rd 30km for the day is tough. At one point, while I'm crossing a Flying Doctor Service Emergency Runway, that doubles as the main road, I'm down to 8 kph for the length of the runway.
The straights are still amazingly long, but I don't watch the end now, because you can't see it, and because they don't appear to get any closer. Instead, I am looking at the scenery, looking for wildlife, watching the traffic, waving to Grey Nomads, and thinking about my friends...... otherwise, I'm pretty sure I might get a little depressed about what's coming up..
Today I do see a black dingo/dog, that is trotting down a trail towards me, but stops when he sees me, then hides in a bush until I pass.
I'm pretty excited. 90km to go to the West Australian border. Really soon I will have crossed another state, and have only 1400km to go before I see Juju. In a few days, I get to be challenged by a 146.6km straight....... it would be nice to have a tail wind that day. And the challenges have really just begun....
Three more days and I will be half way across the Nullabor. Still feels surreal that it is really all happening. So where's your next Adventure? When are you going to follow your Dreams? Believe me it's possible to make them all happen.