Posts Tagged ‘Banka Banka’


It used to happen to me a lot just after she died. Doing something else, thinking of something else, and bang. I would burst into tears. That was in 2005. And it happened to me today. I am nearing where I grew up, and nearing where her ashes are scattered. The scenery looks familiar, and suddenly I was transported to that hospital room. The last time I saw mum alive – in 2005.

Banka Banka

Banka Banka

I guess noone noticed my contorted face behind the sunglasses. They pass by quickly anyway. The scenery rolled past, and I was in another world.

Our start was late, after having a glorious hot shower, and then talking with almost everyone in the camping ground. We met some other cyclists today – one was from Thailand and has cycled 100000km over 5 years. That puts everything in perspective.

The thai cyclist

The thai cyclist

We only made 81km today to Threeways before chatting with a French cyclist and 2 French backpackers. Tomorrow will be a long day – shopping in Tennant Creek and then on to the Devil’s Marbles for sunset.

The gang at Threeways

The gang at Threeways


Standing on the side of the road with Clement’s shorts pulled down, I carefully wrote 40,000 on his bum with black marker. He then preceded to remove all his clothes while cycling as the evening blue turned to indigo in the sky. I joined him and we cycled naked in the night, the amazing panorama of stars above us, and the truck drivers shining their bright headlights at us. And we sang – ‘Un kilometre à poil, ça use, ça use..’
Celebrating 40000km for Clement in outback Australia.

40000km for Clement

40000km for Clement

Today was awesome. It’s great to be alive!

We met some cool people at our lazy lunch stop (after 60km of headwind). ‘Just go up and say g’day!’ said Peter, as I told I wanted to know more about aboriginals, their culture and their knowledge and wisdom of this land. ‘They just want to be taken as they are, as people.’
I know he’s right, and it’s an obvious thing to say and do, but it gave me the courage to do it. I had a short conversation with an aboriginal as he walked past our picnic lunch spot. He was from Elliott, and coming back from a trip to Tennant Creek. It will be something I do forward. Like maybe many white Australians there is a barrier – maybe a subconscious fear. I want to break this barrier. And I will

Today had vista panorama views – over nothingness. Complete, wide and immense – nothing. Cycling through this I feel happy, and I feel free.

Stuart Highway

Stuart Highway

Stuart Highway

Stuart Highway

Sunset orange

Sunset orange

We were welcomed with open arms in the camping ground at Banka Banka and had quite an alcoholic evening around the campfire feeling happy with life.