Friday 21 June Day 9 Madura to Eucla TODAYS STATS – 20 Roos, 3 RFDS Emergency airstrips, 2 grids, 1 Super Super Super Woman
Another early cold start. And not far out of Madura was the first airstrip for the day.
I must reiterate the fabulous truck drivers. I have only had 3 bad experiences out of 1000’s of trucks that have passed me. They give me plenty of room and the friendly waves will be something that I will have to stop doing when I finally get home.
This wedge tail was having a good feed and was determined that I was going to take his precious meal. So I rang my bell and shouted like I was yelling at magpies before he casually took to the skies. Then soon after our lunch break around a corner I met Super Woman. Real name Hermine Stampa-rabe from Germany. She had already biked 7500km in Australia and would finish at Perth having completed 9000km. She told me to have a look on google for a U tube clip about her travels. I now also have her email address and I told her that if she ever came to NZ I would go for a ride with her.
Half way up the hill I stopped – yes I was slightly buggered but also to take this pic of the sand dunes and first views of the ocean – Great Australian Bight.
After checking in and a quick shower we headed off to visit the Old Eucla Telegraph Station that is slowly being buried in sand.
A quick stop to take a few photos and off again. And then not far there was the first glimpses of the Bunda Cliffs of the Great Australian Bight For several kilometres there were glimpses out to the Southern Ocean. A cold wind was blowing straight off it. And then the rain came. So before morning tea I was soaked to the bone. M & M came to my rescue with dry clothes and a hot cup of coffee. And they greeted me with the comment “Did you see that dingo? It crossed the road about 3 metres behind me
The next stop for the day was another photo opportunity of the Bunda Cliffs but as it was a bit off the road Maree drove me down and Murray was left on the side of the road holding my bike. After a quick click of the camera Maree took me back to where we had left Murray. He wasn’t to be found. About 1 1/2 kms down the road there he was. He made a quick jump off the bike and vowed never to get back on again. Jeans and moccasins and cap do not make good riding attire.
Murray was ready and waiting as I arrived to take a photo of the end of day 10Click here for next chapter