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‘You look hot and thirsty. Would you like a cup of tea?’
The group of 4 from yesterday in Broken Hill passed me. A welcome break from the nose down and eat the kilometres.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Would you like a cup of tea?


The aim now is to get close enough to Sydney to have no worries getting there when my holiday is up.  For the next few days I’m going to eat the kilometres and try to camp near water. Today I had an ambitious goal of 200km to get to Wilcannia. I had a tailwind, it was flat and not too hot. Make hay while the sun shines.

The road to Wilcannia

The road to Wilcannia


The plastic bag on the ironing board, I cut the white powder with my pocket knife. I had bought too much of the stuff. Caring is sharing when it comes to milk powder.

Sharing the white powder

Sharing the white powder

I met the group of 4 at the Mundi Mundi lookout and spent the evening at dinner and then in our very kitsch hotel – the Palace Hotel of Priscilla Queen of the Desert fame. Only wanting 200g of milk powder, and only being able to buy a kilogram, I gave them the rest. It led to much amusement and a funny video.
Chris, Ben, Kamidy and Peter

Chris, Ben, Kamidy and Peter

The Palace Hotel

The Palace Hotel

The Palace Hotel

The Palace Hotel

The road to Silverton and Mundi Mundi lookout signifies the end of the outward bound part of the trip. It’s as far west as I’m going. From here on I’m east bound.Mundi Mundi is a lookout on the top of a hill looking out over endless plains to the west. Normally these plains are barren red. This time they were green – endless pastureland.
Mundi Mundi

Mundi Mundi

A stop at the famous Silverton hotel for lunch before a 27km slog into the wind that had blown me there that morning.

A nice creek bed for lunch. Out of the wind. I turned off the road and cycled 10 metres towards the creek into the soft clay before my wheels stopped moving. Pushing the bike didn’t work – my sandals just slid in the clay, collecting it on the way. Time for a declay.

Fix the mud

Returning to the bitumen pushing the bike was impossible. The bike had to be carried. Memories of the Oodnadatta Track in the rain. This clay is solid.

Oh, the mud

Oh, the mud


What I originally thought was going to be a massive tailwind turned out to be a massive sidewind – in the beginning with some side-rain. Nothing like some projectile throwing to release the frustration.

Projectile throwing into the wind


At the end of the day I climbed into some hills. Yes. Hills. I wasn’t expecting that. The scenery feels like the Flinders Ranges to me. Desolate landscape and some small hills. The town of Broken Hill has a South Australian feel to it too. It is nearer to Adelaide than to Sydney of course.

The hills near Broken Hill

The hills near Broken Hill