5 days laterAfter a spectacular morning spent on some of the best twisty and beautifully scenic roads ever Peter and I arrived on our trusty steeds to the bustling metropolis of Melbourne, where the first order of business was to get a new back skin for Peters bike.
A little about our steeds. Peter is on a magnificent exotic, loving known as "Lumpy". It is a Cagiva Elefant, wonderfully red and full of personality, and I'm on "Butts" slang for butt ugly, a super reliable and huge grin factoring Suzuki Vstrom DL650.
We arrived in Melbourne via some of the most incredible vistas known to man.
Leaving Bob and Kati in Dawesville we headed West and South through rolling hills, then farmland and then nothing-flat-falt-flat.
Our first pub to visit was "Morans" in Wagin(pronounced Wagein), a magnificent turn of the century building manned by one of the original 10 children to be born there. I insist that if you are ever in Wagin W.A. you must visit with Terry Moran, one of the friendliest blokes we've met yet.
From here we headed down to the coast and were looking to do a short cut across to Norseman(on the edge of the Nullabour) but were advised by the locals that they were not even taking their 4wheel drived vehicles across this track. So down to Esperence we went, and I'm glad, what a beautiful place.735.2 kms
The next morning it was head down and some serious riding along some of the straigtest and flatest country I've ever seen. The excitement factor increased with the occasional locust plagues, we arrived hot, tired, seriously dirty and dying for a beer in Eucla around 5pm SA time. A total of 925.4kms and the most expensive petrol, food and accomidation found yet. I think the highest gas price we paid was $1.57/l. Keep this in mind when travelling from WA to SA, its spendy with no choice or competition.
From here we are in SA and the change in remoteness was welcome. Decided we needed some sea air so we popped into Streaky Bay in the Eyre Penisula and then headed to Wudinna(pronounced Woodna) and stayed in the local pub. Great food and even better prices. A 762.1Kms day.
As we've been eating the miles we thought we needed some Mum and Stan attention, so after visiting the Fourways Pub in Port Augusta, very quickley I might add as not that welcoming to fair skin,and our favorite vineyard in Clare (Jim Barry) we went home to Mum in Kapunda. A short day at 537.8 kms but we needed a couple of extra hours to get the bugs off.
Now we are entering some serious outback, hot dry and dusty. We arrived at the Silverton Pub outside of Broken Hill, where I recieved a certificate for passing the Silverton Pub test,not telling we had I had to do until in person. Headed dead south from here and it did not stop blowing. Peter and I arrived in Wentworth after 767.1 kms of riding sideways down the road.
Believe it or not but the internet cafe is closing so I have to wrap it up. Thurs and Fridays adventures to follow in a day or two,along with some promised photos, and amazing stories from Philip Island.
We do miss one and all, but we haven't stopped grinning or pinching ourselves yet.