I had a bad night’s sleep last night. I went to sleep under a thick blanket of stars, the Milky Way clearly strung across the sky. I woke up in the rain. In my sleepy state, I simply crawled under the groundsheet I had been lying on, but what I should have done is got up and set up my tent. I got very wet. Despite the conditions of the night, I felt good on the bike today. The length of time my knees hurt was less than yesterday and I comfortably rode for three quarters of the day clipped in. So, either I have destroyed my legs to the point I am losing feeling or they are starting to settle in. My bum is hardly sore as well now, although that may be because I used anti-chafing cream for the first time. I passed another cyclist today heading in the opposite direction. I slowed down, moved to his side of the road and was about to stop on the shoulder, but then he just rode passed without stopping. Bastard. I thought it was cycle-touring etiquette to stop and chat to a fellow cyclist no matter what the delay to your schedule might be. I had better luck when I passed my best friend Megs who was on her way back to Perth after holidaying in Exmouth. We had a bit of a chat on the side of the road and she told me about a place called Flat Rocks, which is where I am camped right now, in my tent this time.
|Accommodation||Free-camp (Flat Rocks)|
|Distance ridden today||72.67km|
|Average cycling speed||18.2kph|
|Total distance ridden||2,755km|