A Damp Morning and Quiet Coffee
I woke to silence after a night of heavy rain. Somehow, my tent had held.
The air was damp, and the first rays of sunrise filtered softly through the mist.
A can of coffee and a tin of food—simple but steady—marked the start of another day of pedaling forward.
Meeting a Finnish Traveler
Not long after setting out, I met a young traveler from Finland.
He was hitchhiking his way toward Adelaide, eyes shining with the unmistakable spark of curiosity. He didn’t need to answer when I asked about his journey—the joy of adventure was already written across his face.
Talking with him was refreshing, as if the world suddenly felt wider. Some travelers carry that kind of energy, and just being near them lifts your own spirit.
Soon after, he caught a ride on a passing truck, waving back at me. “Enjoy it out here!” he shouted with a grin.
The Final Five Kilometers
As the day wore on, the wind grew fierce. With just five kilometers left before Kimba, gusts came not only head-on but seemed to drop from above, pressing me into the narrow road.
Trucks thundered past, close enough to make my body wobble with the force. Fear and focus blended into one, and with every ounce of concentration, I finally rolled into the roadhouse.
Kimba—a small town in South Australia known as the Halfway Point Across Australia. A massive emu statue welcomes travelers, a reminder that this is both a landmark and a resting point for those crossing the continent.
Rain and Soaked Belongings
No sooner had I arrived than the skies opened again.
Within minutes, everything I had left outside was drenched.
I sighed, half laughing to myself. “Well… this too is part of the journey.” Sometimes calming yourself is as important as fixing a bike.
Repairs, Water, and Quiet Battles
Before leaving Kimba, I filled my bottles at a free water station—an act that felt like pure generosity from the town itself.
But relief didn’t last long. My bike broke down again.
Was it the tire? The tube? I wasn’t sure. I pulled out every tool I had, trying one option after another. In the process, even my tire lever snapped.
It struck me then—when tools break, it’s not just the gear that takes damage. Your spirit takes a hit too.
Somehow, I managed to pump air back into the wheel. Whether it would hold until tomorrow, I didn’t know. The uncertainty lingered, but there was nothing else to do but move forward.
Even Struggles Are Part of the Road
Travel isn’t meant to go smoothly all the time. In fact, a journey without setbacks wouldn’t leave much of a story to tell.
Whether it’s wind, rain, broken tools, or damaged wheels—the choice is still the same: keep going.
And so, as I zipped up my tent that night, I whispered to myself:
“It’ll be okay. Tomorrow will be better.”
