Bailing out of coro central we aimed
for Smoky bay, this guy in the pic bounded ouff and tried to jump the wire and managed to take atumble in front of us, I don;t think he saw the wire.
We got to streaky bay were we had to get groceries and decided to stay as it was beautiful.
Parking up for two night saw us enjoy brilliant sunshine, still and calm as well as a blowing like hell with sand storms…autumn, we also did the terrourist route with all the other road maggots.
Some stunning sunsets set it off as a great place to stay.
Streaky Bay and Smoky bay are known for their Oysters...so...
While Ellen was working I set too on Скиппи for some maintenance.
I made a pre filter from a scotchbrite clothe, extremely breathable and works superbly well for collecting most of the shit before it goes into the main filter thereby increasing our air filter cleaning intervals.
Smoky bay on the way to the Nullabor was ok but we didn’t’ see the rave attraction it had been given so off on our merry way to Ceduna, the beginning of the Nullabor.
Arriving at the supermarket there were some interesting characters sifting around so I stayed with Скиппи just in case they decided they liked our shit.
An uneventful shop it turned out to be and we hit it, welcome to the Nullabor, the southern link across the nation and pretty straight.
The first part or our 4 night, five day ride took us too Folwers bay to a small caravan park which was really cool, next morning and day to just before Eucla which is the border station for fresh and vege.
We didn’t wonna be that guy so we were clean and fruitless with the only vege being me.
Like a knife through butter we were off like a robbers dog…onto the straights again.
Day 3 was straight and a bush camp was had in the middle of nowhere, peace, quiet, dark, fire, grog ….perfect.
Soooo, day 4 we piled back on the road, extremely straight a head/side wind so not cool on a sidecar….but we had to get it done.
A top up of supplies at Norseman then another bush
camp near a lake as above we had it very good.....no my arse has URAL stamped on it 😁
Day 5 and down to Esperence, booking into a caravan park was needed for shit shave, shower and shampoo, this was great but the disprectful crowd happened to be there with their kids screaming and yelling and their dog barking hammer and tongs at 6.30am, the kids walking on the kitchen bench food prep area with dirty feet, I saw red mist.
I was very polite as a told them they must be the most disrespectful pack of c$%ts in the whole park…she was angry at my comments, needless to say I didn't back off and gave her some good worldy advice, I expected the husband to come back and have a go but he never turned up and the guy in the van opposite who was woken by their selfless act said he would step in too if he came....hhmmm what does it take to tell these muppets!!!
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