Hard to get out of bed this morning. It's dark, cold and drizzling...and I'm not looking forward to getting on the bike....but Rayma is up and cooking up breakfast.......
The wind is coming from the west, and we can see a big storm coming towards us.....time to get on the bike. The best thing about the morning is the incredible rainbow, against the dark cloud.... almost too perfect to be real. The dark cloud is very real, and within minutes I'm drenched, but after perhaps 30 mins pass through the storm, into less torrential rain, but still head wind....this is not fun.
Rayma and Greg have gone for an explore. They hope to visit an old station house, and perhaps a cave, by doing a block drive of about 50km, while I do the 27km along the main road. If I reach the junction first I am to leave a sign before I continue. Just finish my big G, when they turn up along the main road. Their planned route had deteriorated into rough 4 wheel drive tracks after about 5km, with too many options to be sure of the correct route. Rather than get lost, they had come back out to the main road.
I decide on another 20km before a food break, and the wind turns to smash me face on. A very tough morning, and I'm very relieved to find the support team. So I'm knackered, but have only done 47km, nowhere near the 72.5km I need to do each day. Luckily, we have loadsa vegetables, and we need to either eat them, or cook them, before we cross into WA. The call is to find a campsite somewhere just before Border Village. And then the road turns, and the wind relents.
What a lovely afternoon of riding, even passing one section that looks down to the surf beaches below. A welcome respite from endless flat expanses without trees. By just before 2pm I have reached camp...... and am happy to stop for the day.
This is a different kind of riding than I expect to be doing in Asia. Here, distance is key. The scenery is interesting, but changes are miniscule. The only locals I see are in Roadhouses, (100kms apart), and in vehicles. I'm hoping Asia might be a little different.
Later in the afternoon I go for a walk to explore the surrounding area. There is a massive area for free camping, and I follow a track towards the sound of surf. The beach must only be 200m across the scrub......I head off track. After 400m, still no beach and I decide to retreat......but which Way? There are absolutely no features. I put the lowering sun to my left and head back towards the track. 600m later, I stumble across it, some 400m east of where I left it....... a lesson in there somewhere.
Dear Dr John, When I wake up in my tent, the birds are very annoying. Screeching like Gallah, cawing like crows, and squarking like Cockatoo. Previous to the Wind Farm, the only bird I woke up with was much more pleasant....the occasional snore, but then almost always a snuggle, and cuddle. I am concerned that the windfarm may have affected my sex appeal, and therefore altered the standard of bird I wake up with. Dr John, please advice me on how I might handle the birds in the morning. How do you manage?