The next day was the first of many Mondays waking up realising that we didn’t have to head off to work. The up coming months were ours and we could do with them what we pleased. The feeling that comes with the freedom of motorcycle travel was starting to sink in. We decided that each day we would just play it as it comes and have no fixed schedule to keep to. This newly adopted attitude meant that we never had to stress over anything. Our only concerns from now on would involve fuel, food, sleeping, and where we could grab our next cold can!

Road to Kalgoorlie - Ipod tragedy

We left Cunderdin bound for Kalgoorlie after a solid breaky and complimentary coffee from Lynn at the Pitstop dinner. We where on our way again and our sprits where high, however the good morning soon turned bad after Dave’s ipod slipped out of his tank bag at 120km and smashed over the Great Eastern Highway. Dave now faced the prospect of a Nullarbor crossing without music and wasn’t too impressed. On arrival in Kalgoorlie we managed to grab a disc man for a cheap price which would see us both sorted for the trip across.

Balladonia, start of the Nullabor and the mental kangaroo...

We soon hit the Nullarbor and the longest straight road in Australia. The 146.6km undulating strip of tarmac was the true gateway into our trip. The howling cross winds tested both our bikes and our nerves on a drag down a section of the road designated for emergencies for the Royal Flying Doctor Service. We were now in barren territory and we were loving it.


The Bight - SA
The prospect of what was to come was the most exciting thing of all, and the next couple of days didn’t disappoint. The Head of the Bight, a renowned whale breeding location and prominent viewing spot lived up to its reputation and we were lucky enough to spot a dozen just drifting of the shores.


Cactus Beach, home to what is said to be Australia’s best wave was one of the other highlights on the leg over. Located just out of Penong meant that it wasn’t too much of a detour, and if you get a chance to swing in there don’t hesitate. The owner Ronnie was more than helpful and for $8.50 a night he’ll let you pitch your tent where you like and he’ll drop off plenty of wood to keep the fire going in the evening. A swim in the morning was a great way to freshen up after a couple long days on the Nullarbor, although we didn’t venture out too far as this strip of coast is also famous for being home to a large number of White Pointers.
The road to Cactus Beach - SA



Having left the Nullarbor we decided to head down through the Eyre Peninsula and ride across the rolling hills deep in the wheat regions of South Australia. We stopped at the tranquil town of Streaky Bay for a good seafood lunch and were approached by a friendly chap named Mike, who was heading across to Philip Island to watch the GP. He told us this was his 5th time he had done the ride. Mike was travelling on an ‘86 Moto Guzzi Le Mans 1000.

Eyre Peninsula - SA
We were planning to head up to not so exciting Port Augusta but Mike suggested we cut across the Peninsula along via a couple nice dirt tracks to the coastal fishing town of Cowell. From here we could catch a ferry across the Spencer Gulf to Wallaroo which sits about 150km north of Adelaide. The ferry ride was a nice break and we joined be a number of other bikers heading over from Perth. It was interesting listening to everyone’s stories. A Phillip Island run is a must do trip one day…anyone keen?

Mike and that Guzzi

Matteo with the bikes on the ferry across the Spencer Gulf