DAY FOURTEEN: Into the Nullarbor
Northern Territory to Western Australia
After yesterday's surgery, I took my bike and my reattached hand out of Feeshkogoomba Springs and camped in the desolate wilds of the Australian Outback. It was a fantasmagorical experience. The stars, the moon, the heat, the biting flies, the sand, the disturbing sound of the world's most poisonous snakes slithering around my tent . . . it all amounted to an almost overwhelmingly beautiful evening.
When I woke up, the intense Australian sun was already baking the earth. Of course, when you wake up at high noon the sun is likely to do that this time of year in the southern hemisphere. After cramming my tent, pad, sleeping bag, cooking gear, multiple changes of clothing, bike repair tools, all of the electronic goodies I hadn't discarded in Montana, and three day's worth of food into my pannier, I headed south on the almost unknown Moodolallabuttanrumpa Highway.
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Far from being a true highway, the Moodolallabuttanrumpa was more of a series of ATV ruts. That's okay. My legs and The Reckless Mr. Bing Bong's tires were up to the challenge. And the best part is that the Moodolallabuttanrumpa "Highway" took me to one of the most sacred Aboriginal sites in all of Australia.
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At the junction of Moodolallabuttanrumpa Highway and Doofiblogorama Road, I turned right. I absolutely HAD to see the Nullarbor Plain. Nullarbor means "no trees" in Australian, and you know how I feel about trees. If not, here is my view on trees: In a nutshell, trees are VIEW-BLOCKERS.
The Nullarbor provided another surrealistic night of camping. Nothing was out there except the flies and bats and spiders and snakes. It was a symphony of nothingness.
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