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Thursday 8 December 2005 Day 231

We slept in! We’ve had a couple of time changes over the past couple of days and need to get into a new rhythm. It was 9am when we woke.

Leaving the caravan park by 10.15, (the fastest pack up we’ve had in ages) we went to the Ceduna tourist info centre to get some information about the Eyre Peninsula. The lady there was most helpful and she issued us with our certificates that say we’ve crossed the Nullarbor. She also gave us directions to the Post Office and how to get onto the Flinders Highway.

After posting off some postcards and getting some petrol we were heading for Port Lincoln at the bottom of the Eyre Peninsula.

Most of the countryside we rode past today was grain crops. Every small town was noticeable for a long time before we reached it by the grain silos.

We stopped at Elliston, a little seaside village, for petrol and some lunch. We rode part of Elliston’s Great Ocean View Road. I took a few photos of the spectacular cliffs that are a part of the Great Australian Bight and then we continued on our way.

There are great views of the sea from the caravan park that we’re staying at in Port Lincoln. I haven’t had a chance to see if there’s a walkway down to the beach, I’ll probably do that tomorrow. We’ve booked in here for 2 nights.

We went out to get some groceries and find the Harley shop, it was too late in the day for a look, and then headed back to the tent for the evening.



Friday 9 December 2005 Day 232

The tacho on the bike has stopped working so we went to the Harley dealership in town the see if they could help, and of course to collect a business card, Tony has one from nearly every shop in the country. They spent quite a bit of time checking it out and couldn’t figure out what the problem is and since we hadn’t made an appointment they couldn’t spend any more time on it. They suggested we make an appointment with the dealership in Adelaide and get it looked at while it’s still under warranty.


We had a bit of a look around the town and went for a ride to a lookout that had views over the bay and the city. The city of Port Lincoln is set on hills that sweep down to a bay, meaning that many of the houses have views over the water, not just the big money areas. Wherever you go in town there seems to be views over the water. Like many of the towns we passed through on our way down the Eyre Peninsula, Port Lincoln also has grain silos; they are quite prominent at the side of the bay.

We just felt like taking it easy today, neither of us felt inclined to go taking off into the countryside sightseeing sometimes it’s just nice to relax around the caravan park.

Today is our 27th wedding anniversary so we went out for a meal at the Grand Tasman Hotel, we’d highly recommend it, a delicious meal.  



Saturday 10 December 2005 Day 233

It was 9.30 when we left Port Lincoln, travelling up the Eyre Peninsula on the Lincoln Highway.

We stopped for a photo at Lipson, I needed an L for the ABCs of touring that we’re doing, only few letters needed now.

Lots of grain growing on this side of the peninsula also, farmers busy everywhere with their harvesting. There were many deserted cottages here also.

We stopped off at South Australia’s second biggest city, Whyalla, for some lunch. We had lunch in a bunker. We rode up Hummock Hill, a lookout that during World War 2 was a defence force base overlooking and protecting the iron smelter. There are good views over the smelter, the dock and the city.

Whyalla is the same shade of brown as Port Headland; I suppose it’s to be expected of a mining town. It doesn’t seem as bleak as Port Headland though, there are more gardens.

We only had about 80 km to travel after lunch to reach Port Augusta.

There is a group of motorcyclists called the Nullaboys and they have a website that gives lots of information about travelling across the Nullarbor on the Eyre Highway. We looked at the site before we started heading east to get some tips on what there might be to look at on the way. One of the things mentioned was a giant Harley Davidson sign painted on a water tank about 20km from Port Augusta.

The Lincoln Highway joins the Eyre Highway about 26km from Port Augusta, so as soon as we were on the Eyre we had our eyes open for the water tank and sign. It wasn’t too hard to find, there’s not one water tank but a whole row of giant concrete tanks. The local footy teams proudly proclaim their championships on the tanks as well as other assorted graffiti. We found the Harley sign but it had been splattered with some white paint, not everyone’s a fan of Harleys I guess. We got our photos of the sign and continued on to Port Augusta.

We checked into the caravan park but it was 3pm by the time we were set up so we just spent the afternoon and evening around the caravan park. It was a perfect chance to update the website, we haven’t had decent internet service for a while and I was getting a bit behind on it.