We rose to a beautiful morning sunrise on the banks of the Darling River
and headed on some very enjoyable tracks to Louth
Arriving to a deserted little town on the Darling with a few locals just lazing about
However we became a little suspicious when we went to get fuel though
and then even more worried at the service we could expect
There was never any doubt, we would pay what ever the attendant asked for, lookin' at how thorough her assistants were
with more security officers soon to fill the ranks
Just in awe, at the original
"Adventure Rider's" equipment
But soon high-tailed NW it across the Darling & on towards Wanaaring
Just in time for lunch & some locally made drinks
There no missing where the pub is
and off to White Cliffs
Unfortunately some 50kms before White Cliffs, YC dismounted unexpectedly landing heavily, but luckily no injuries, bending only the handle bars & pannier.
However with the delay, the long shadows were indicating we would have tough job riding into the setting sun on what turned out to be dusty, loose surfaced, rutted tracks .............................. another accident waiting to happen
With head lights next to useless with the dust, we survived with only a couple more of small offs, before reaching White Cliffs in the dark only to find all accommodation was full .................... The Pub, The Caravan Park ......... bloody gray nomads
OK then, where can we eat? ................... Sorry mate, no meals left at the pub either, The cafe had 4 long tables all full but luckily we persuaded the cafe chef to stay on and his steak sandwiches were delicious.
This town is in the middle of no where and it's full WTF
Took us several laps of the caravan park to find a roadway to camp on too.
inspecting the damage in the morning light
to be continued
