Today was the hardest day I have had on the bike so far. I drank about 15 litres of water. I swore a lot. I thought I couldn’t make it. My legs just weren’t working properly. Then I hit bitumen. I had finally reached the end of the dirt road…not quite the end of the Gibb River Road, but the end of the torture of corrugated dirt. Crossing the threshold was so exhilarating that I rode around in circles a few times to experience the joy several times. Unfortunately, I only enjoyed the bitumen for 50m before turning into El Questro. The 16km to the homestead was the most challenging 16km of my life. The road was gravel but in good condition. I was just absolutely wrecked. I started thinking I would have to do a sneaky camp 5km out of the formal campsite because I felt I just couldn’t make it. Somehow I managed to push on. I am glad I did because El Questro Campground is beautiful. I checked in, jumped into the river, set up camp, had dinner and then went to the bar for a drink. I chatted to Bryan (a guy who had stopped for a chat a few days earlier) and a couple of girls who work at the Resort. Later, I caught up with a pair of travellers, an Italian girl called Francesca and a French girl called Aurielle, who I had passed while pushing my bike through the Pentecost River just outside of El Questro.
|Accommodation||$ Camping (El Questro)|
|Distance ridden today||68.65km|
|Average cycling speed||8.9kph|
|Total distance ridden||7,381km|