Marlborough, December 21st
It's 5.15pm my time and I'm exhausted after a hard days cycle in the heat.
I've found myself in the tiny town of Marlborough (many place names are
reminisant of England) and tonight I'm camping in the park. Temperatures
are touching 40c, its hot enough to fry an egg on my saddle! Tent poles
have found me at last. They've been following me from Brisbane!
Sleep comes easy at the moment, I don't even notice the mosies! I try and
get to bed at around 8pm. Anything later than 9pm is a seriously late
night!! It's very much a day dictated by nature: up with the sunrise and to
bed with the sunset.
Over in Oz, there doesn't seem to be such a Christmas spirit. Maybe it's
because I'm out in the countryside. I hear the odd 'Have a good Christmas,
mate!' and see a few half hearted decorations in the service stations I
pass, but as sweat pours down my face and I look for spots in the shade to
take 5, it all seems a little surreal. However, I'm hoping to make it to a
very touristy place called Airlie Beach, which is bound to be full of
drunken Brits (as much of Australia seems to be) so I'm sure there'll be a
bit of an Xmas party there!