Day 65: 23 December 2014, Tuesday.
I packed up my stuff and headed back into the town centre of Belranald. I needed to buy some food for a couple of days as I planned to spend one night at a rest area on the side of the road but I always like to have enough food for a few days as you never know what may happen…
Then rode out of town crossing the Murrumbidgee River which was the same river that the ‘Caravan Park’ of last night was located beside.
It was another hot day but the sky was not as clouded. After ten kilometres I stopped at a rest area to eat my apple I had bought in Balranald and ended up conversing with a young European couple, nice folks. They pointed out to me the fact that there were some other people with a caravan at the rest area who had arrived after the youngsters and parked under some trees and pulled out some chairs to relax in. the point the couple were making was that the caravan people did not come over to the covered area where they were sat and had in fact made no effort to even say hello. They said this was common for them. I had not really noticed this phenomena but then again I tend to approach anybody at rest areas and say hello….
The days ride was dull. The Hay Plains are truly plain. There were not many rest areas either after an initial flurry of them for the first twenty kilometres. The wind was near enough non existant so again I was making good time when I reached a rest area and forty-one hundred kilometres.
At the rest area there was a grove of trees which had enough space for my tent to live in. I had only rode sixty-six kilometres (there were seventy more kilometres to Hay) but I decided to stop here for the night as these trees may be the last I see for the day!
Typically as I sat there pondering if I had made the correct decision the wind picked up, a tail wind too! I stood firm by my decision though and remained at the rest area. I had a lot of time to kill waiting until it got near dusk and I could set up my tent. It was a horrible time, so many flies, I tried to read but the flies were just too much.
Another thing that I noticed, after this mornings discussion with the young Europeans, was that every car that stopped always stopped a long way away from the only shelter which I was under. Even a motorcycle pulled over and stayed away and when the motorbike left I could hear it making a horrid noise, the chain was very loose. The rider had been looking at the bike as if something was wrong and if only he had approached me I could have helped him out!
At seven-thirty in the evening I finally set up my tent in the wind which was now properly strong. I did not dwell long outside of my constructed tent as the flies had done my head in. It was another hot night in my tent…
66.65km 3:08T 21.2A 32.9M total = 4101