Accidents Will Happen

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Don't worry girls, we haven't had an accident!

Firstly, Skylab.  I returned to the exhibit yesterday evening and gave it a  closer inspection.  It is a fairly badly made fake.....unless NASA used pop rivets in the construction of space stations.  To be fair, nowhere do they actually claim it is genuine but it is right next to all the press clippings about parts of Skylab falling in the immediate area.  They DO have a genuine piece which very closely resembles the shoe-box size lump of molten metal that I had been expecting.

The roadhouse was asking a very lumpy $155 for a motel room but offered us 'backpacker' accommodation for $95.  We took it and quickly discovered it was a basically a sectioned up shipping container.  The  beds were surprisingly clean and comfortable but it wasn't exactly the Ritz.

Today we added a Daewoo Matitz to our roadkill zoo.  It had obviously been on the losing end of an encounter with a kangeroo and was just abandoned at the roadside.  Apparently the worst way to encounter a roo is when following a roadtrain too closely.  The roo bounces along the underside of the truck before being launched backwards at windscreen hight!

We also found the skeleton of what we are calling a cowmel.   I'm pretty sure it was a cow but it just might have been a camel.  Either way it must have spoilt someone's day when it got hit.

Just before finishing we met a Danish cyclist heading the way.  He WASN'T doing shorter days than us but we sneered anyway out of habit.  Actually we more concerned about his woeful lack of....well....everything.  He had virtually no kit (he even asked to borrow my pump and to BUY my spare Garmin), no plan and no real idea how he was going to get to Sydney.  To cheer him up we told him he was facing 1000km of heat, boredom and hideous headwinds.

We are now in Fraser Range Station, last stop on the Nullarbor.  It isn't a regular roadhouse but an old sheep farming station now run as a  hotel/motel/campsite.  It has loads of character and even more flies. 

All the gusts eat together in the evening (We are having roast lamb.....hurrah) so I must go and press my diner jacket.

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  1. Alan Oakley11 March 2018 at 09:21

    Were you just a little bit jealous of how light the Dane's kit was?

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