Morning in Esperance
March 28. I woke up at the caravan park in Esperance.
The sky was perfectly blue, wide and endless. Without thinking, I murmured, “Today feels good.”
The next destination ahead is Norseman, known as the gateway to the famous Nullarbor Plain.
Thinking About the Nullarbor
The Nullarbor Plain—stretching nearly 1,200 kilometers—is one of the most demanding roads a cyclist can face.
There are no supermarkets, only small roadhouses scattered along the route. The scenery is nothing but horizon, repeating again and again. Water, food, and mental readiness are essential before stepping into this land.
But before diving into that endless road, I chose to give myself one slower day. My plan was to reach Gibson, a small town about 50 kilometers away.
A Stop in Gibson
Gibson is quiet, with little more than a single convenience-store-style shop.
I stayed there for about an hour, resting and gathering a little more energy before heading back onto the long, straight road.
From there, the path stretched on with no official campgrounds in sight.
Finding a Place to Rest
As the sun began to sink, I knew it was time to choose a place to sleep.
Along the railway line, I spotted the shadow of an old freight carriage. It wasn’t a registered campsite, but it blocked the wind, opened to the sky, and felt unexpectedly safe.
I decided to spend the night there.
A Sunset to Remember
That evening, the sunset from this place became one of the most beautiful of my journey.
The sun sank slowly behind the railway, painting the sky with shades of orange and blue. The only sound was the whisper of the wind.
In that quiet moment, it felt as though every road I had taken had led me to this view.
Tomorrow, the Nullarbor awaits. It will demand strength, patience, and focus.
But today was a deep breath. And that pause—this space of calm—will carry me forward.
