Woke this morning and realised it was day 42. As per original plan, I’m supposed to be home. Living the dream kind of got away from me. Port Augusta became my next target and then to cut through to Broken Hill.
It was pretty windy with dust and bits of bush rolling all over. I cut back across to Wudinna on the Eyre Hwy. When I turned onto the Eyre, on my left coming in from the North East was a big red wall of dust When it hit me about 1/2 hr later, vision was sometimes down to maybe 10 metres. I had to ride in the windiest conditions I have ever been in in my life.
I reached Port Augusta at midday and probably should have stopped, but the days had gotten away from me and I felt I needed to push on.
I ended up reaching Broken Hill and was absolutely exhausted. It was the hardest day of riding I had done, probably ever, hanging off the side of the bike for 9 hrs.
Motorbike Touring 