Day 5
Monday 18th Feb
Millicent to Robe
88.2 kms
Quite a productive day
I woke up to heat of the sun crackin through my tent. Harv and I complained about the sweatiness of our sleeping bags. I was still feeling really sleep deprived, and was now noticing some pain in my right knee. After a short ride into town, we stopped at the Bakery for some breaky, and also went to the chemist to buy some anti-inflammatory tablets for my leg.
Leaving town, we decided that we would head straight to Kingston via the main road, rather than take the coastal route via Beachport and Robe. The wind was strong and we were only making slow kilometres. We pulled over on the road side for some lunch, and some rest from the heat. Harv had a bit of a snooze in the grass, and then we kept going. About 50kms into the ride, we realised that we didn’t have enough water. We were both feeling sick nd dehydrated. The sun was strong, and was really taking it out of us. There was a turn off to Robe about 15kms up the road, and we decided it would faster to head there for some water, rather than stick it out to Kingston.
It was getting pretty bad. We had finished all of our water and were getting worried. We ended up jumping the fence of a property to get some water. We knocked on the door but no answer. Harv found a garden hose, so we filled our bottles and started guzzling, only to discover that the water was disgusting. I even tried to mix in Gatorade to make it taste better, but no luck. We cooled our body temperatures down though, and kept on down the road. A bloke who was doing a bit of road work gave us a 600ml bottle of water to share and we were stoked. Further on down the road, still feeling dry and really tired we found a CFA. A small shed in the middle of nowhere, but the had a tap. We gave the water a taste, and bingo! The best water we have drank the whole trip. Harv and I laid around for a while re-hydrating our bodies, and scoffing a few lollies.
Finally we felt refreshed and good again so headed on down the road to Robe. I was actually quite happy we had to turn off to Robe because I had heard it’s a great spot, and I wanted to check it out. It seemed like a really long ride to get to Robe, but in comparison to what we were doing most days it wasn’t much.
We were nearly in Robe town centre when I noticed Harv in front of me holding his leg in pain, and shouting something. He jumped off the bike and laid down on the ground. He was in pain. His left ITB was inflamed and for some reason it had just gone on him, and he could hardly walk. Harv found the strength to get up after a little while and we both decided that it would be a smart idea to stay the night in Robe, and have a rest.
We reached town centre and hit the bottle shop for a few celebratory drinks down on the beach. The water was icy cold and felt really refreshing on our muscles. I got the guitar out and we sang a few songs on the beach. It was nice to finally sit down and relax for a little while.
That night we stayed at a Caravan Park looking over the water, and ate the biggest pizza each you could possibly imagine!
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