Approaching the town of Oakey, a sign for an American Aviation Museum caught my eye. The thought of visiting tugged at me.
The entrance to the road was guarded by a snake basking on the sun-scorched asphalt. Even it wouldn’t dare stay there by midday heat.
Under the Australian Night Sky. Free campsite in Isla Gorge and its surroundings were even better than I’d imagined. Cycling in Australia.
4000 km on bike across Australia: Moura, Hitting Rock Bottom. Overheated and stranded with the sun blazing down. I need Recovery and Rest.
4000 km on bike across Australia: Dingo & Gravel. Some might call it rough, but it’s days like these that make the adventure worth it.
On the way to Rollingstone, I broke a spoke on my wheel. The service cost me almost my mortgage, but I cycled to Woodstock.
I cycle through the outback and the mining world. Excavators are everywhere, and tourist camps are nowhere. That is Blackwater.
I feel about like the astronauts when flying around the moon, and on the far side they were left without contact with the control centre
A distraction on the road are the road workers. They threw water bottles at me as I cycled like I was on the Tour de France