So its back on the road, while its still cool, huh, that don't last for long and its not to long before I'm checking the bike , just to make sure it ain't caught fire. (sure as hell feels like it, all the little hairs on me legs have gone curly and crisp) Had a really good ride today, full of excitement , we went round six bends and overtook every vehicle we saw. four road trains, two caverans a camping trailer and a car. (some of um twice Co's we stopped for a break) Now back in the U.K. I heard a little about the colour of some of the rock out here and they weren't kidding, its go's from a sort of burnt ochre to a hooker red, sounds neat, but what they don't mention is the red dust, Christ it gets everywhere. after driving through it for the first time, I thought Lin had a bit to much sun but a quick scrub down soon brought her back to her bushman's bum brown she now is. Looking in a mirror, I recon if we both learn a few words of Hindi, when we get back we should be up for a brand new council flat and every benefit known to the U.K. government. The dust has its advantages, when you pass a road train, it gives you something to chew on for miles, its got its disadvantages to, after the first day I'd been sucking it in I went to the loo, one look into the bowl and I was almost off running to the local hospital, screaming look up me bum, look up me bum, something vital just dropped out, if it wasn't for the sandpaper effect that gave me time to think, I'd been up and away.
Anyway, we've covered a couple of hundred K's with not a gas station in sight, we've got just forty six to go to get to Fitzroy crossing and the petrol gauge is bouncing up and down on the empty and we ain't seen a parking area were we can top up for over fifty k, well bugger me, roadworks. So we pull up next to the two women holding the stop board, might as well turn that off, gonna be a while chirps the brick outhouse holding the board. (not to dainty the road workers out here). That's it, switch the bike off, helmets off, water out and jogging on the spot to get some life back in yer bum. chatting to these two highway engineers, it seems that they get loads of abuse all day, from people as they pass by Co's they've been held up while on holiday. Well, as we're standing face to face and I ain't got a pick axe handle in me hand, so we decide to be pleasant and it pays off, seems we're the nicest people they've meet all day and as we chat, we dig out the petrol can and top up the bike. All done, we say our goodbyes and we're off. Forty six k later and we're in Fitzroy Crossing.
No messing here. Book in and park the bike in an empty field half the size of Valance park, lovely, gonna nip up to the bar and grab a bite to eat before we set up the tent, half an hour later we're back, only to find we're surrounded by camper vans, seems we've got the only bit of shade in the field and every other bugger wants a bit. So much for solitude!
The sun sets and its still in the 80's so its back to the bar for another gourmet meal, lasagne and chips for Lin and fisherman's basket for me, (I know how to treat a lady). At this point, we're really glad we were nice to the two female road workers, cuz one of um is up the bar and spots us, she ain't got her stop board with her, but I recon she could still do some damage and it would take the two of us to bring her down. Turns out to be a really nice woman, telling us stories about the area and how she got robbed. (Brave, very brave.). With Lin's mind at ease and me clutching a fence post, we make our way back to our flimsy tent for a nice rest full nights sleep.
On the way to Fitzroy Crossing..
This is Fitzroy crossing and and as you can see the river to the right is dry!
but to the left theres water...
On the bridge and off to the campsite..
This is Fitzroy Crossing lodge and campsite and very nice it was too...
This is the camp kitchen...and yep thats my bag on the table (I made the bag !!!!)
The surrounding bush lands and who knows what lurking in that bush ....
Anyway the tents up and so its off to the pub for some dinner ....
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