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Date: October 26, 2003
Port Augusta, South Australia.
After two months of bicycling the Stuart Highway (this road was only finished
in 1987) and back to back 125 kilometer days into 20-35 KPH headwinds, I have
left the arid outback back behind me sore bum. I arrived in Port Augusta
a bit shocked by all the people and traffic. When I walked into town across what
I thought was a river, I wondered where all that water came from until I realized
it was the ocean which, of course, explains the 'Port' in Port Augusta. My brain
doesn't work very well after long days.
I will be following two mates: Matt, who I met in Tibet through
the
wine valleys nearby and into Adelaide and then Melbourne and Lars,
one of thousands of Germans in Australia (I think Australia should
hire the Germans to start measuring things because all the road
signs are wrong. In Australia, the kilometer markers are spaced
every ten kilometers give or take the sign poster's mood, and, inevitable,
add up to more kilometers traveling down the Stuart Highway than
up. In Germany, the Germans have the roads measured in the hundreths
of a kilometer and the trains leave one second early.
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