With each day spent riding through the deserted outback of Australia, my subsequent level of appreciation for the small, simple things – for example a bed fit for two when two need to fit – swells at an alarming rate. Perhaps on a linear scale to my appreciation for these luxuries is my appreciation for the deserted outback of Australia, so all is balanced and well.
We sleep-in to make the most of our comfortable mattress, which is doing its best to gently massage out the muscular tension resulting from yesterday’s attempt to kill us both. That is, we sleep in until about 5AM when Tayla ensures we know she is awake! I use the early morning hours to get some work done on the blog, and then head into the shops a little later to get a few things for breakfast. We treat ourselves to poached eggs, fried kale, mushrooms and avocado on crusty, grainy bread rolls with an extra-large dose of tomato relish!
I continue to work on the blog, whilst drinking mugs of coffee like they’re glasses of water until I’m so over-stimulated that my mind can no longer concentrate on the task at hand. I try to counter-balance the buzz by eating many freshly baked ginger and pumpkin brownies that Rah has just pulled from the oven. It is at this point that Brendan throws Rah the keys to his 500cc quadbike, and I reluctantly agree to go along for the ride; after all Rah used to race motorbikes as a reckless young girl – what could possibly go wrong?
Their house is situated a few hundred metres back from the water, and there is a track from their back gate to the sandy banks. What better way to exert excess energy than high levels of stress and anxiety. Rah accelerates with such savagery that my grip around her waist loosens and I nearly fall off the back of the seat! I could be wrong, though this feels like premeditated payback for yesterday’s ‘longest motorcycle jump whilst carrying a pillion’ record attempt.
As we approach the water we find a maze of tracks cut through the sandy grassland, and shortly after we hear the unmistakable ting of a small capacity two-stroke motorbike bouncing from the rev-limiter. An extremely young rider sails past, effortlessly over the deep, unforgiving sand, and disappears out of sight again.
We spend the better part of an hour flinging bucket-loads of sand high into the surrounding treetops, and even utilise all 500ccs of power on an open stretch of sand along the high tide mark, though eventually we run out of fuel – of both the coffee and the petrol variety – and are forced to head back to base.
More coffee is consumed, more brownies are devoured, and the afternoon disappears in the blink of an eye. Before I know it I’m reheating leftovers for everyone and sitting down to another evening of story-swapping. I ride the coffee-high until my eye lids take on the weight of the world, at which point I retreat to bed for an early night of much needed rest!