Day 319 Much like pre-Norseman, the section from Ceduna to Port Augustus was dotted with towns every 60 to 100 kms. With that in mind, I...

Day 314: Continued I left Betty outside Eucla roadhouse and B-lined for the bathroom. I poured water over my head repeatedly until I had...

Day 310 I pitched the fly-free sweatbox and began my daily peanut butter sandwich ritual. The sky’s melting glow was at its highest...

What is it like cycling across the Nullarbor during an Australian summer? Here's a daily account, broken into three parts.