Day 3: Ceduna to Madura

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Day 3: Ceduna to Madura

Distance: 675km

Dep: 845am

Arr: 240pm (local Madura time... whatever that is.)

Temp: 17°C to 34°C

Foodland Ceduna

I decided to get a proper night's rest so I turned  off my 5am alarm, whacked in some ear plugs, and put on those dorky eyemasks so the sunlight wouldn't  wake me. The room was surprisingly pleasant when I got in it, but I made the mistake of getting into bed in the dark (the light switch was across the room) so when I was getting changed in the morning, I found some dried blood at the foot of the sheets. Luckily not a spider so we're all good.

Foodland is the aptly named flagship South Australian grocer. It opens every day at 8 which was shockingly late for a moto-roadtripper, thus the late start. A total of 2 customers greeted the ladies inside - myself, and an octogenarian who wanted to beat the rush. Nevertheless, it was due diligence to stock up properly before hitting the legendary Nullarbor - an extremely flat area along the Great Australian Bight that currently holds the record for the World's Longest Straight Road. So, I grabbed 3L of water, some replacement cans of tuna, and 3 bananas. Space is limited when your joyride is 600cc.

Nullarbor

The air was misty and cool, much like a Vancouverite spring morning before the dew evaporates. The sky was a foggy grey and the flora were thriving green all around. As I left Ceduna, I felt a strange yet refreshing glow fall upon me - I'm leaving the last grocery store for about 1400km and I'm not sure what to feel about it. The city gets you used to convenience, and it was even more alarming when I didn't see a single soul for the first 30 minutes of riding.

The bush is quite appealing to look at. Australian plants are among the oldest species in the world, evolving over millions of years on ancient soil to become increasingly more resilient to withstand the harsh winds and droughts here. I thought to myself, it takes experience to become as tough as that tree. I should be like that tree.

Fuel along the way was adequate but food was few and far between, and limited to fried foods and burgers. It takes ages for supplies to get to these remote places and with relatively so few people passing through (Compared to a metropolitan area). The servo staff all along the way seem genuinely interested in your journey, and there's a sense of camaraderie among the travelers. Pretty much everyone along the Eyre Highway waves to you, kind of like saying "I feel your pain" and "good on ya mate" simultaneously. My favourite vehicle was an older couple in a silver convertable, going slow as, but having the time of their lives. Just goes to show you can never give up chasing the dream.

Sheba nullarbor

The temperature wasn't an issue at all today and I was happy dancing in my leathers for a solid 7 hours of riding time. I was doing a couple of airplanes at an unmentionable speed when I realized that the white car in front of me was very much the state cops. I slowed to a crawl behind them for 90km until they turned off. Then I resumed dancing like a badass. Thank you, Spotify Playlist "All Out 80's"! I won't let you down, ABBA!

The Ashvault backpack sample is going well. Nothing has broken yet despite being strapped to a very hot moving vehicle and the wind and dust that comes with the journey. I'm thankful for the easy access to snacks and water without unpacking everything. However, as I searched for the "Welcome to Western Australia" sign, I was kicked in the theoretical nuts: the petrol was $1.90/litre at Border Village, my bananas got confiscated, and I found out that there was in fact no Welcome sign. Balls!!

I decided midway that for every 100kms I earn $10 from myself to spend toward accomodation. So, instead of my planned camping, I splurged and rented a small bungalow in Madura with a private bathroom and air con. A whole $50 later I have no regrets, because temperatures in Madura became stiffling as soon as I arrived. There is very limited reception here and I can't make calls unless I'm standing near the front gate. I'll ignore the smell of body odour and cigarettes, and the fact that it was $1.90/litre for petrol, and that it cost $25 for a chicken schnitzel. I'll ignore all of those because the people out here have to make a living, plus I have a bed, a full tummy, and a hot shower. In the end, I've realized that these are really all I need to be truly happy and it is indeed very much a privilege to be here.

Ashvault backpack
Day 4 I'm off to Esperance... for experience... see what i did there? But it is 130km further than I had calculated. The Asian math gene escaped me. 

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