Bevan, Bon Rouleur
4 August 2005 | Norseman, Australia
Today we biked to Norseman, and I was all excited because we would take a rest day there. When we got there (after 100 pretty easy kilometers, and some semblance of a tailwind,) we stopped to refresh at a supermarket. Who should approach us but Mr. Blue, a small Japanese man who'd just walked across Australia from Adelaide, our reverse route. Wow! I gave him my bag of chips. He only bought 12 cans of beer from the bottle shop across the street, and gave me one. It was funny to see such a small man carrying to much beer!
He'd been doing about 30km per day, pushing an aluminum cart with two wheels that his friend had given him after he (his friend) had walked from Darwin to Adelaide. Blue had started his travels in Tazmania, where he'd worked for 5 months as an apple picker, making 150AUS per day. Hard work, he said. He'd "only" been walking for two months to get to Norseman.
He was staying at our caravan park, so we took him out to dinner (we paid for him.) Of course one dinner wasn't enough, so we stopped at a gas station restaurant and had another cheaper meal. He's a bit crazy, but so are we, so we all got along well despite the language barrier.
I don't have time to put up pictures today. I should be able to in a week or so. Or maybe more. Norseman (our present location) is the last real outpost town before the Nullarbor Plain. I think the next internet is in Ceduna, a fair distance from here.
Wish us luck.
Bevan
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