The run to Young yesterday was long but not too bad until the last 2 hours. Then I t appeared that despite being on a road with double reflectors on it the locals had temporarily removed most of the brain cells required for driving as soon as the sun went down. Like they had solar powered brains. Blind overtaking in the dark, driving WAY too close despite seeing me in quadruple spotlights, you name it. In short, a little bit nervy. I was relieved to reach town, only to find that pretty much every hotel and motel was shut or shut down. Not what you need when it is already approaching freezing and you are wet and it’s dark. I eventually found a good place and rewarded myself with a KFC, the first I’ve seen since Perth. I was thus reminded why I don’t have KFC very often….
This morning I was a broken man, just zero motivation to get going. Eventually I did though, writing a message in the ice on the windscreen of the truck parked outside. Cold. The run was one of those which would have been lovely if it was short and I was in the right frame of mind, neither of which were true. The main good bit was meeting a lovely lady working in the only cafe in the only village on the way. She made a wicked burger with ‘the lot’ – it was a beast and much needed after I had very nearly thrown up at the roadside after a few too many biscuits eaten to ward off the cold.
More night running – this time with less traffic and less stress – and I reached the town of Cowra – voted New South Wales’ friendliest town in 2006 – according to the sign. It is OK! Making progress to a Sunday finish. 🙂