Tuesday 21 December 2010 – On returning to the hostel in Adelaide I discovered there was only one decent mug left, so for the last few days I have been hiding this in the kitchen after each time I’ve used it. However, this morning I came down for breakfast to find that someone had stolen my milk! If this isn’t a karmic payback for such selfish acts then I don’t know what is.

Anyway, I left Adelaide today and rode round to Whyalla – another 400km run. Took me forever. I kept stopping to look at the sights or to give my bum a rest. During one stop at Port Pirie I patted the cutest little dog you ever did see. Its owner turned out to be a Brit who had emigrated to Perth and was looking for a house-sitter, so I gave him my details and availability and, with any luck, I’ll be able to look after his dog in Perth after I finish in Queensland. Which would mean I’d get to ride across the Nullabor on the way back to Melbourne (a must for any self-respecting motorcycle adventurer).