We've just finished our 31st day on the bikes, stopping for lunch at 10am and now dinner at 3pm. Everything gets gradually earlier in a vicious cycle of wholesomeness. I drank some stagnant pond water next to yesterday's lunch drain. I boiled it for sure, boiled it good. But it wasn't enough it seems today. We rode 107km today, 1km less than our next longest day. I doubt Alice will ever forgive me for robbing us of our collective PB. If I'd had a more rugged stomache or had just put less rugged ditch water in it, we might have done 109km. Or who knows, even 112km or something.
The rain only started just as we arrived at the rest stop. We couldn't find any rockin drains to sleep in so we've had to settle for a bona fide rest area. Never much firewood at these places, but you can usually pinch some from the grey nomads while they're inside tuning their TVs.
The rice was ready way too early for everything else so we had to rug it up. With these winds your boiled rice can drop to dangerous room temperature in no time. Something to watch out for.
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