Had a nice sleep in in Broken Hill and then packed up the Postie and headed off. This turned out to be my biggest days ride of the whole trip - Wilcania was 198kms out of Broken Hill, but there was nothing there to interest me other than a patrol station and a fill up with junk food. Cobar was another 260kms away, but I decided to go for it - after all I now had the luxury of a headlight! :) And remember - at 55kph a total of 460km for the day meant about 8 1/...

Another long hot day's ride (aren't they all?) from Peterborough along The Barrier Highway to Broken Hill. I was quite looking forward to Broken Hill - I wanted to go to the Jack Absalom Gallery - perhaps meet the man himself. I got into the Western part of town and went straight to the Caravan Park. I've been living it rought for the past couple of days so was looking forward to a room, bed and a shower. Despite the fact that it was low season, the caravan pa...

Quite a long hot day of riding - left the Wilpena Pound and continued riding through the Flinders Ranges down through Hawker, Orroroo, to Peterborough. Peterborough was a great little town - has a fantastic railway history - and a fantastic railway museum called Steamtown - which is well worth a look if you ever get over this way. There is a great Light and Sound tour which happens at Steamtown after dark, and it includes a film about the history of the South A...

A nice relaxed day - the most energetic and noteworthy thing I did today was eat breakfast :) Woke about 6:30 at The Oval and got all my kit packed up just in time to head over for the Australia Day breakfast - and what a breakfatht!! Mountains of it - eggs, toast, half a pig, sausages, baked beans, scrambled eggs - it was fantastic - but you can imagine there a few raised eyebrows when an unknown face shows up in a small mining community - but they made me real...

Finished The Birdsville Track in a flurry of dust, flies, chain lube and rocks :) The Track ends (or perhaps starts - depending on your perspective) in South Australia at a town called Marree. It used to be the base for many of the old Afgan camel drivers who ventured up the track taking supplies to the remote stations and bringing back good produced up there. Some of these Afgans - or "Ghans" as they were called - (you might have wondered where The Ghan train g...