Posts Tagged ‘Larrimah’


I love to have a beer with Clement,
I love to have a beer with Clem,
We drink in moderation,
And we never ever ever get rolling drunk.. (just a bit tipsy)
The optimal formula – sunrise start, 90km and then lunchtime beer on an empty stomach in the Daly Waters pub.

Lunch time at the Daly Waters pub

Lunch time at the Daly Waters pub

In the morning there is not much wind, and it is lovely and cool. The 90km rolled past all the way to the famous pub in Daly Waters – a few houses in the middle of nowhere.
After the solitary beer I fell asleep, and, on waking, (a little bit too) merrily ate my lunch, and three hours later, we eased back onto the bikes.
Just near the pub is the Stuart tree – John Macdowal Stuart engraved an S on it when he passed in 1857. I’m blown if I can see the S. Maybe it’s a scam..

The Stuart tree

The Stuart tree

We had left it a bit late to ride the remaining 55km to the next water stop, so we just went, hardly stopping, and arrived in the twilight.


‘I would fight to protect my country and my family,’ he said – the 65 year-old hippy with his feet up drinking beer out the front of the country pub.
‘You guys are from Europe – it’s going to shit. You should be there working for your country. Paying taxes and working hard.’
Our mate was working hard cleaning the toilet once a day in the Larrimah pub.

Larrimah hotel

Larrimah hotel

‘I’m not from Australia,’ he said. ‘I’m from..’
‘New Zealand,’ I interjected.
He seemed disappointed. ‘Yes.’
We heard all about Kiwi (aka Kevin). Every detail. He didn’t let us say much, though. He still thinks I am from France.

Today was planned to be a day eating kilometres. Early in the morning and late in the evening the wind is weak, and we can make some ground without sweating much. A lunch-time dip in the Mataranka spring pool was great before another long grind against the wind to Larrimah.

Bitter springs

Bitter springs

 Stuart Highway

Stuart Highway