I didn’t have the best sleep in the cave last night. The dogs howls echoed up the dry riverbed sending shivers down my spine. The dogs kept waking me up, the fact I was just in my sleeping bag on the dirt didn’t ease the mind knowing I was most probably in the dingo den. As soon as the sun had started to rise I was up! I rolled up my mat and sleeping bag and I was ready to go.
The carpark that I rode through last night was absolutely filthy. There was rubbish everywhere and the bin was overflowing. It was probably the Dingos that had spread the rubbish around while searching for food. On the way back to the road I climbed a water tower to see if I could get a bit of water but it was empty. I don’t actually need any but it’s always nice to not need to unpack my bags to refill my water.
As I cruised along the first part of the road I was singing at the top of my voice. Because I left early I didn’t eat breakfast, but I had added water and left it to rehydrate while I rode. When I hit the 10km mark I set up my little camp chair and ate my breakfast as the morning traffic zoomed on by, by morning traffic I mean one car haha. Once I was riding again I came across a dead camel with a dingo pulling at its flesh, it spotted me and bolted (The