Broome to Sandfire

It's a horrible, windy day today. I battled my way 300km along from Broome and now I'm at Sandfire Roadhouse.

I did not enjoy the place I stayed in Broome. First impressions were that all the people were super friendly and chilled out, but it was all a facade. They were all really cliquey. They have a stupid system where you hire one of many mini fridges, but there weren't any free, so I couldn't refrigerate stuff. I put my motorbike where the manager said and was asked to move it. This happened 4 times. Everytime I put something on charge I'd return to find someone had unplugged it and was using my charger to charge their stuff. The whole hippy vibe was just bullshit. It is the most uncomfortable I've felt on this trip. People wouldn't say hello. Often they'd stare right at me and ignore me.

On Saturday they were all dancing around to shit music like they were on drugs. I'm not convinced they were. I think they probably dance like morons as part of an unspoken competition to see who can seem the most alternative. They all seemed to phony. I ended up googling pubs near me and went to the Irish bar then to the rsl. Much better.

At the rsl I mentioned to a bloke that I was travelling on a motorcycle. He took me out the front and showed me this...

It is an old school moped that has been converted to electric. The petrol tank is actually the battery. He switched it on and practically demanded I take it for a spin. I took it down the street and back. It goes about 60km/h.

The next day I went back to the rsl. They were having a memorial for the Battle of Long Tan. Lunch was provided... 

Today was probably the worst day of riding I've had. It was the trifecta. Boring flat scenery (so flat it was almost interesting), boring straight roads and horrible 60km/h crosswinds. I ran out of fuel 1.5km from the petrol station and had to stuff around with the jerry can. 

I stopped here and found out it's bat country. 

Also, here is my staircase to the moon photo.