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To really appreciate it you have to have spent the previous night riding down the 90-mile straight so you go off your head with weird hallucinations when it gets dark.
At one point the next day I met a guy on a touring bike going the other way. He was flying in the tail wind, with hardly any effort. He gave me a friendly wave. I hated him.
The only consolation was I did see my first kangaroo along that bit. It was quite small so maybe a wallaby.
Omar approaching the Mundrabilla roadhouse now.
I found that stretch of road, from Madura to Eucla, the hardest of the whole event. Completely flat, hardly any corners and constant headwind.
You ride for half an hour and the scenery doesn't change, the trees on the horizon look no nearer. It feels like it will never come to an end. The truck drivers I spoke to said it was harder / more boring than the 90-mile.