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At 04:10 my watch has failed to go off, and I'm dozing on blissfully
unaware that I'm late, when a bang on the door and "Get up you
two" is shouted unceremoniously. Luckily Scrivs watch is working
properly and he is up and pulling on his lycras. Without wasting any
time we pack up, and hurry down a cereal breakfast, making ready to
leave. Thinking that our door is unlocked I pull it shut to stop flies
swarming in. Unbeknown to me the latch is on, and it clunks firmly shut
- not to be reopened. Unfortunately Andrew's hat and sunnies are still
inside. At just after 4 am we don't really want to get a spare key, and
yet neither do we want to wait until the staff get up. We push a note
under the door and ask if the cleaner will pass on our belongings to a
southbound traveler in the morning.
We ride out into the last hour of darkness. Cool refreshing air makes
a pleasant change from the daytime heat, and we move along easily. Light
shades of purple begin to brighten the edges of the sky. These in turn
give way to dark blue and then the first shades of warm orange strike up
from the horizon. We are surrounded by a stunning panorama. The sunrise
radiates thru almost a full 180 degrees, and the sky is a wonderful
kaleidoscope of rapidly blending and changing colours. Almost unnoticed
the night has covertly become day, and we now find ourselves riding on
into the morning. We manage our first 100 k's in record time this
morning. At 10:30 we have just 60 more to ride, and we're feeling pretty
pleased with our progress.
As we reach Threeways Junction we congratulate each other on a job
well done. Just 25 k's until Christmas, and here we are at our first
Australian milestone - the joining of the Barkly Highway and the Stuart.
It is here that we shall be heading Eastwards on the night of Boxing
Day. After our drink and greasy lunch stop we ride past the left turn
and glance down it. Impossible to get any kind of idea of what lies
ahead down that road - but we know whatever is there is going to be
tough. Legendary in Australian motoring as a road that most people won't
even drive down, it extends for some 640 km with just a single village,
one cattle station, one remote Police Station, and The Barkly Roadhouse
itself. For us it marks our last serious physical hurdle before the East
Coast, and for that matter before Sydney. As we have been informed over
the last few days, The Georgina River just before Camooweal is under a
metre of water. A yellow information board tells us that the road is
closed. Will we take this route or will we head south. We have just 2
days to make our decision. The lines of streetlights, shop fronts and
bottle-shops and parked cars tell us that we have reached Tenant Creek.
The gold mining town - Australia's Golden Heart welcomes us in. We shall
spend Christmas here - just 2 days off the bikes before we head out
again on Boxing Day.
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