It’s back on the bike, and a pretty ride out of the ranges for a quick coffee and gelati at the scene of the crime the previous night (The Prairie Hotel).
Crickey. It’s our first head wind, and the sign telling us the pain ahead (702 km’s to Birdsville) is not a welcome sight.
We plug into the wind to a quaint little township (if you could call it that) Beltana. In an amazing twist of timing, Sarah’s uncle Barry happens to drive past and offered some customary Red Hill encouragement – Pedal faster ya mug!
Legs are now officially weary, and it’s early to bed for everyone – mostly dreaming about tail winds and smooth roads…
< end of day 5>
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