The ride to Home Hill was straight and long. It was the longest ride we had done seperatly. We had a dissagreement at Horseshoe Bay over something ridiculous. Being tired and spending 24 hours a day with each other can be testing at times and it was that day.
I thought we were staying at a camping spot in Ayr so i rode past Home Hill until i got Robs call wondering how far away i was.
I rode back and met him at the public toilets in Home Hill which also thankfully contained a shower. I was physically and emotionally exhausted by the time i arrived as we left on an unessisary bad note, and it was warm. I dont consider myself a jealous person but as i was feeling shabby when i arrived and Rob was talking to a beautiful Israli woman who was also travelling up the coast from Melbourne to Cairns on a motorbike by herself. It was like i arrived in slow motion and this woman was standing there with her long beautiful hair that was perfectly curled, blowing in the wind. She had a short white lace top, some tight jeans and high dirt bike boots. She looked hot and i felt like poo.
I pulled up, took off my helmet, introduced myself and gave her a hug, more so for myself hoping it would wash away this ridiculous uneasiness and it did.
She was a lovely, smart, strong woman whome i was grateful to meet and get to know. Her name Zohar, like an Israeli warrior princess.
Rob and i have a shower, grab some food from the supermarket and we all cook it together that night at the bbq and tables next to the camping area.
We woke up to a lady and man shouting at each other about the legalities of the ladies dog being off its lead at the park. It was over pretty fast but entertaining to listen to. How people get worked up so fast over nothing. First world problems.
After discussing the night before our plans for the day we decided to set off to some dirt roads. Zohar had spent most of her riding on regular roads where as we have done a lot of dirt tracks so we were keen to take her on an adventure. We had a look what was around and set off to Allegator creek. The ride was amazing with huge amounts of sugar cane farms and mountainous backdrop. We were attempting to get there via what looked like a dirt road on google maps and turned out to be a dry creek bed. We attempted to ride on it for a little while through a narrow gap in between two wheat fields. If we only had to cover a short distance we probably would have continued but we didnt and it was hot, so we turned back around and head to the main road. On the way i almost blinked and passed a town but had my eyes open just long enoungh to spot the most gorgeous, small blue church. The sort of church someone would have gone to around the 1920’s.
As we road into the camp ground there was police tape and vehicles blocking a road, emergency vehicles and SES people everywhere. Apparently there has been a man missing for 15 days and they found his car in the camp ground so they have been searching a few days.
There was a helicopter that flew over in the cold night, apparently incase he lit a fire. The search was on for the next two days whilst we were there, probably continued after we left, hopefully they found the guy. Surprisingly it was a cool area and 13° c at night. When you have sent most of your warm clothes home thats pretty fresh. We sat around with a delicious spread of ingredients and put them into rice paper wraps with satay sauce and chatted. Zohar was in the Navy for 5 years in Israel. Everyone, guys and girls have to do a 2-3 year serve when they turn 18, but she enjoyed it so much she stayed for 5.
I enjoyed her stories of life in Israel.
Tomorrow we are off to explore Townsville.
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