Today it’s overcast and cold outside the tent. With great difficulties I get ready to leave. I chat with my girlfriend who reminds me that it’s Sunday and I should therefore take a rest day. I object. I’m not taking a rest day in that cold town. I will rest once I’ve gone far enough north to be warmer.
It’s another 100km on the highway, fortunately with little traffic to start with. I’m listening to some funny podcasts which make it less boring
Once it gets to the end of the morning, I want to pull over and lube my chain. I fall over. My front wheel stopped abruptly in the loose gravel of the shoulder of the road. My hand is soon covered in blood, coming from my thumb.
I’m trying to think of the best thing to do but I’m in shock. The bleeding slows down quickly which gives me time to think. I pull the first aid kit and clean the wound and apply a bandage. There is a fair bit of damage on my finger. The bike is all ok though. I stay there on the side of the road trying to put it back together. Drivers hesitate to stop, eventually someone makes a u turn and offer some helps. I decline as it looks like the bleeding is under control. For a few minutes I had thought about my options : hospital, ambulance. With that much blood I was sure I needed stitches.
I pack up and go again, slower. My other hand is sore too. Holding the bike and shifting gear has become a tad more challenging..
A good lunch break helps me feel better. But with all that time is running out. I must hurry to ride the next 50km.
I’m starting to make plans too to visit Brisbane where my girlfriend is flying over. I’m thinking of how much of the journey I’ve been enjoying lately. I hurry to go further north, but the more I rush, the less I rest, and in the end, I get a little bit depressed about the whole thing. I think I have spent too long out of the bush and it’s affecting me negatively. I’m quite moody. I skip huge chunks of the trail but I’m not enjoying the road riding . Something has to change. I need to enjoy myself a bit more.
Gladly there are some people on the way worth meeting. Like John who drove 60km to greet me and buy me dinner.
I think I’m mentally tired as much as physically. Time to slow down.