Rest Day in Coober Pedy
Coober Pedy - an Opal gallery
Peter slept straight through til midday.
Then went out to find a massage to sooth his aching limbs.
It was apparently quite a frightening experience – a huge woman with very calloused hands.
It was his second massage ever – and probably his last, he said, ‘She beat me up!’
To keep everything moving he rode his bike around the sights of Coober Pedy,
looked in the jewellery shops, art galleries and did the shopping strip.
(Probably not as you imagine!)
A unique art gallery building in Coober Pedy
The traffic on the highway has been light to date, yesterday Peter only passed two huge road trains.
Most of the travellers are ‘grey nomads’ in their campers and caravans.
They’re not in a hurry and are very respectful on the road and also very helpful.
On hearing of Peter’s problem with the tubes, the motel owner arranged for her
husband to pick up his parcel at Marla (three days ride away)
And bring it down to Peter for any emergency.
Unfortunately he also picked up the next box of supplies, which Peter doesn’t have room to carry.
Not to worry, another group of travellers will return it to Marla tomorrow.
Today was Peter’s first chance to read all the messages of support placed on the website.
He was very appreciative of all your encouragement. Thanks everyone.
Self portrait taken at Coober Pedy
After getting off to such a great start on the ride,
Peter plans to cut back the distance he rides for the next few days to approx 80 kms a day.
It’s still very remote country, with a Bush Camp coming up,
so there is no point in risking injury, dehydration and exhaustion.
Fiona


