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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




The sky was grey and the wind churned up waves that hit the shore of the beautiful lake. I was waiting for the storm to break, perched in a dead tree standing in the water. Lake Pamamaroo before the storm.

Lake Pamamaroo

Lake Pamamaroo


The storm felt imminent all day. Most dirt roads were already closed. A meander down the Darling River was thus cancelled. The road to Lake Pamamaroo is the last to close, apparently, so off I went, battling into the wind there (and blown all the way home).

The road to Lake Pamamaroo

The road to Lake Pamamaroo


I swam for over an hour in the refreshing waters, watching a pelican from my perch in a tree in the lake.

Lake Pamamaroo

Lake Pamamaroo


Lake Pamamaroo

Lake Pamamaroo


Lake Pamamaroo

I listened to the rain in my hotel room most of the afternoon. Tomorrow should be dryer and the wind should turn. My hope is to be blown to Broken Hill tomorrow.