Hell ride

Leaving Glendambo reluctantly, what beautiful people, maybe a return visit during tourist season eh?
A strong head wind torments us all day. Frustration builds as I watch the speedo drop to 12kms per hour, nothing you can do. Keep drinking. Keep pedaling. Keep calm...ggrrrrrrrr. Woww how about this heat hey? Gotta stop. Red faces, nothing to say. Then the most amazing smile heals our hearts, puts us back on teh same page and releases our tears; then Bilyani is gone! Left to continue. The distance required is unachievable, body tired. decisions need to be made, can't think. tired. getting late. Stay or continue... and we're off. Rest area and there is Mike, we interrupt his solitude, but share stories and he inspires a passion for teh land and the wonders of teh desert- no matter how desolate it seems.
6 am rise... more like 6:30. Tea, photos and exchange of details (oh and a top up of water, Thanks Mike... Life saver!).
Already hot tired and teh scenery has forgotten to change. Legs are tired and teh heat is making it hard to make decisions again. Quick 2 min noodles snack stop (thanks Bruce... again), I can just hear him " back on ya bike and toughen up!" The hottest part of the day will be arriving soon and we still haven't covered enough ground!! Where the bloody hell is Coober Pedy? Bikes are dragged off teh hwy and onto the fine soft red sand. I set up the shade and Mel cooks Mi Goreng.
Sun is high, directly overhead. The small trees only offer fragmented shade, nowhere near enough to protect us from the harsh rays of the sun. Lunch cooked and enjoyed. We lay under the haphazard shade cloth I prepared earlier and one last glance at our set up reveals an army of ants taking back their territory! Forced to sleep under a smaller bush. 4 hours till the heat of teh day will subside, sleep is the best thing as tonight we have a lot of ground to cover! Flashy lights ready!

Be xx