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Leaving Broome, Bertha has nearly 600 km to go to get to Port Hedland.
Turning off to Port Hedland
It’s still 576 to Port Hedland. One of the signs lies, I think. But Sandfire is the next target.
Trucks are always a worry.
It’s a big country.
The termite mounds here are different. No trees, so probably different insects as Bertha noted.
Burnt trees on the way to Sandfire.
Long road, Hard day.
Tracking the distance to the next mark on the way. It must seem to happen slowly.
After camping at Sandfire, Bertha found some interesting companions the following morning.
Though there are also some repairs to be done. And an interesting roadhouse.
Next location to visit was Pardoo.
Pardoo 20 and it’s sunset.
Next day, and it’s now only 50 km to Port Hedland.
This looks like something from M C Esher.
The Indian Ocean at Port Hedland.
And Port Hedland Harbour.
Port Headland Observation tower – for managing port traffic.
There were windy places.
And another radio interview.
The creek crossing looked nice, but Bertha fell and nearly joined the waiting crocodile in the river.
The photos of camping at Halls Creek had to wait for the following day.
Once the weather had cleared, and the road north was reopened, Bertha headed north. She had some feathered friends join her for breakfast. Rainbow Lorikeets.
The road lay through Marlborough and Sarina to Mackay.
Bertha has been impressed by the sheltered rest areas in Queensland, marked bicycle lanes where she finds them. And I have been impressed by the distances she covers.
The ride from Marlborough to Sarina was not pleasant. In addition to the ride, contending with traffic, there were lots of animals which had been killed by heavy vehicles and left to decompose. The odour was awful and an added risk was running over the dead carcases after nightfall. Fortunately, Bertha hasn’t taken photos of this.
From Coffs Harbour, Bertha continued to ride north, aiming for Grafton, as hubby expected. However, after passing through Woolgoolga Bertha, riding on into the night, had to stop to make some repairs to her bike.
Getting under way the following morning, it was slightly foggy.
Bertha continued on into Grafton proper, crossing what used to be the only opening two deck bridge (cars on top, trains on lower) using the safe cycle path.
Well, unknown to me, Bertha had a flat tyre after dark on Day 2. Pushed the bike until she found some light to work by. And, as she does, she took some photos:
This slowed her down, but despite this she cycled on until after midnight until she found a backpackers place.
Day 3 started wet and busy with a lot of traffic, but only a short ride to Mayfield to the YHA, where she has busied herself with washing and drying everything. She plans to find radio and newspaper in Newcastle to tell her story about Mexico having much more to offer than drugs, gangs and gangsters, as presented by our media and in American movies.
Bertha takes a keen interest in the availability of cycle lanes wherever she travels. She has been disappointed to see that the NSW RTA website, which claims to have lots of information for cyclists, has absolutely no information on places where cyclists aren’t permitted. However, she did appreciate the NSW police advising her on day 1 that the F3 Freeway wasn’t safe to ride on at night and escorting her to the next exit.
She also enjoyed having a cycle computer which was recording her distance, and took this photo when she had travelled 111.11 km from her start.
She is finding herself able to ride further than expected each day.
Today I updated the About page to tell you about my project and the plans for my ride.