Tent is wet again, but this time from dew. A nippy morning....not June in Hanmer after the first snow fall, but my toes and fingers can feel the cold. Get an early start after an all fruit breakfast...Two bananas, an apple, and the last of a pretty mediocre bag of mandarins, along with a yoghurt I found bouncing around in the bottom of the trailer.
Doesn't take long and I'm confronted with some pretty serious signage. What's this all about Room 1? At the deposit bin, I eat my third and last banana......I was hoping that it might have been a little later in the day. Feeling just a little bananad out, but I should have a bit of energy this morning.
I am joined by a guy in my warm spot, who knows nothing about the area...he's just staying with a mate, knows nothing about my planned route....He slept on the drive in....and doesn't know whether Aussie beat France....He doesn't do sport......He does have an incredibly fat dog.....
So I head out towards Kongorong and after about 10km the seal runs out.....exciting. The surface is really hard, reasonably smooth, and with no gravel, so the pace, with the wind from the side, is still reasonable. What's at Kongorong.....a sports club with an Aussie Rules field, 20 houses, a fire brigade and a disused church.
Out to the west stretches a huge Wind Farm. Earlier I had seen a sign..."Wind Farms are a Danger to Health". Can you explain that one to me please Dr John. Want to make sure I haven't been exposed.
My route to Tantanoola took me the whole length of the Wind Farm, three stretches of dead straight road, each 12.5km long. So now I've seen the flat of Australia. Still to see the hot and dry.
Along one stretch a flock of about 50 Gallah flew with me. They took flight as I passed beneath their tree, flying just above my head. Then they would wait for me about 200m ahead. When I caught up they would take off again, once again swooping on all sides of me, just above shoulder level. Pretty cool experience for about 3km, then a vehicle came past, and the dispersed.
No Internet again tonight. I am camped in the middle of Tantanoola on the site of the old railway station. About half an hour ago I was joined by an old couple in a caravan. They've done 400km today, and are heading east. What's in Tantanoola? A pub, that's not open, a Post Office that looks like it hasn't opened in years, an abandoned railway station, and this afternoon, about ten weed eaters going full tilt.
So is it important that there is no Internet??? Yep it is. I'm on an adventure.....never really certain what's going to happen each day (it's not rowing the Tasman Sea, nor climbing a 8000 foot peak, but it is unpredictable). Being alone, and uncertain about what's happening each day, I have become very conscious of my family and friends. I think in the comfort of a normal lifestyle you become a little blasé about family and friends.....they'll be there tomorrow, or next week. Out on the road it's different.
I've been very lucky and been able to skype Ju every two or three days, but keep missing connections with my kids and grand kids. Luckily, they are all writing daily blogs, and getting to read them has already been a highlight.
Lisa and Tim have been performing in a musical production this weekend. I'm very proud of them. They have very busy lives, with three under fives, and still make time to challenge themselves.
Paul and Amber are coming to grips with being new parents. Paul suits the role of "Superdad", assisted (read directed) by Amber "Supermum", and Jess "Super Big Sister".
As I learn how to manage my available Internet time, and learn how not to be kicked out of free Internet sites, I will attempt to catch up with more of you. I really value your friendships, your support, and your encouragement. Thank You. Long straights again. I hear that the Nullabor has one straight 140km long.........