I don’t know how it's possible, but I’m actually awake at 5.30 in the morning. I didn’t even know there existed a 5.30 a.m.
Blackie is up and awake quick, cigarette time. In the time we woke up, got packed and ready, I estimate 45 minutes, he had already inhaled more cancer sticks than I care to count, I wonder what is keeping this man alive. There is time for a quick picture before we continue grinding kilometres.
From Caiguna we aim for Ceduna, over 700 km , but passing the border city we agreed to split up and if it all fitted together meet up in Ceduna in the evening. I want to take a few detours to see some stuff along the road, but Blackie had already seen those things a few times and just wanted to drive. He tells me of a caravan park he usually stays at so I could meet him there. We shook hands and off he went on his 1600cc metal horse, what a sound that machine makes.
Sightseeing is a strong word to use on the Nullarbor, but there are a few things of interest, like the coastline just a few kilometers east of the border city. Such a long and sandy beach, I wonder if anyone actually goes here for a swim, didn’t see anyone, just crows.
Further down the road, as in hundreds of kilometres further down the road, I see some eagles hovering reeeeeally high up in the air. I want pictures of them up close but I was never able to, so I pulled out the zoom and did my best. They are about two metres wing tip to wing tip, and I don't know how far up they are but the zoom is struggling. They have probably been following my every move for a while, hoping I would take the ticket so dinner would be served. Sorry to disappoint you my feathery friends, no Dane on the menu tonight.
Along the road are not just roadkill, but also cars. My best guess is it's cars from accidents or that have broken down and been abandoned.
Here is one such car left to rust away.
A few more fuel stops and next up is Ceduna, end of the Nullarbor.
At this point I'm pretty damn tired, been driving since very early and still going. Also feel the sickness creeping up on me more and more. I'm not sure if I really do have a fever, or if I'm just cooking under the sun. Keep on trucking, almost there.
I hit Ceduna around seven, maybe eight in the evening. I'm not sure because the time difference is two and a half hours, and I have just been driving for twelve hours so my head is already spinning. I find out there are several caravan parks, and I have by far forgotten what Blackie told me, so I just hope for the best and try the first one I find. He is not there but I'm tired so I stay. One tent, one night, perhaps I'll feel better tomorrow.
As I am putting up my tent a couple of guys just coming from the BBQ area plates full of meet, ask about the bike and what I have been up to. I explain very loosely and think nothing more of it. A few minutes later a little boy, about 10 I think, comes over and says that I am welcome to join them for dinner. Well blimey I didn't see that coming. I realize it's the son of one of those guys from before. I happily accept, finish up my tent and go join them. It's just the three of them, and they cooked a bit too much food and also wanted to hear more about my story. Perfect deal, I tell them my story and they feed me burgers and beer while the sun sets and the stars come out, just HOW lucky is a guy allowed to be.
It must have been eleven or maybe midnight by the time I get to bed. It feels like jet-lack, but mixed with sick and motorcycle head I'm not really sure what's up and what's down. What a day. Sleep... but no, air mattress wont hold air, and my head is filling up with snot. This is going to be a longer night than I had hoped for.
Blackie is up and awake quick, cigarette time. In the time we woke up, got packed and ready, I estimate 45 minutes, he had already inhaled more cancer sticks than I care to count, I wonder what is keeping this man alive. There is time for a quick picture before we continue grinding kilometres.
Further down the road, as in hundreds of kilometres further down the road, I see some eagles hovering reeeeeally high up in the air. I want pictures of them up close but I was never able to, so I pulled out the zoom and did my best. They are about two metres wing tip to wing tip, and I don't know how far up they are but the zoom is struggling. They have probably been following my every move for a while, hoping I would take the ticket so dinner would be served. Sorry to disappoint you my feathery friends, no Dane on the menu tonight.
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| No mans car, in no mans land |
Here is one such car left to rust away.
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| The roadhouse simply called Nullarbor |
A few more fuel stops and next up is Ceduna, end of the Nullarbor.
At this point I'm pretty damn tired, been driving since very early and still going. Also feel the sickness creeping up on me more and more. I'm not sure if I really do have a fever, or if I'm just cooking under the sun. Keep on trucking, almost there.
I hit Ceduna around seven, maybe eight in the evening. I'm not sure because the time difference is two and a half hours, and I have just been driving for twelve hours so my head is already spinning. I find out there are several caravan parks, and I have by far forgotten what Blackie told me, so I just hope for the best and try the first one I find. He is not there but I'm tired so I stay. One tent, one night, perhaps I'll feel better tomorrow.
As I am putting up my tent a couple of guys just coming from the BBQ area plates full of meet, ask about the bike and what I have been up to. I explain very loosely and think nothing more of it. A few minutes later a little boy, about 10 I think, comes over and says that I am welcome to join them for dinner. Well blimey I didn't see that coming. I realize it's the son of one of those guys from before. I happily accept, finish up my tent and go join them. It's just the three of them, and they cooked a bit too much food and also wanted to hear more about my story. Perfect deal, I tell them my story and they feed me burgers and beer while the sun sets and the stars come out, just HOW lucky is a guy allowed to be.
It must have been eleven or maybe midnight by the time I get to bed. It feels like jet-lack, but mixed with sick and motorcycle head I'm not really sure what's up and what's down. What a day. Sleep... but no, air mattress wont hold air, and my head is filling up with snot. This is going to be a longer night than I had hoped for.
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