The Nullarbor

Nullarbor Plain is the sort of place where you need to get some distance before you can fully appreciate your accomplishment.

When you’re in the moment cycling across Nullarbor there are moments of deep appreciation for where you are and what you’re doing.

There are moments when the flat, dusty lands with their tenacious shrubbery and stunning skies are sights to soak in and enjoy.

But, for the most part, when you’re on that bike pedalling for eight to twelve hours per day, you are bored.

You can’t stop because it just delays the inevitable. If the sun is up, you might aswell just ride. For a full day the road doesn’t change a great deal. It’s one long flat road that’s a copy and paste of the road just behind it. Sometimes you’ll have sight of a tree in the distance for a mile or more.

But, when you finish something like this, you look back with a different set of eyes. You see it for the amazing challenge that it was, you look back at the photos and remember the moments a little differently to when you were there, it’s more gnarly than you realised, so much cooler than it felt.

The people across that stretch are lovely. Most people are on holiday and travelling, many families and retired couples so you’re surrounded by really nice people in their absolute best (who isn’t in a good mood on holiday!)

The two Brits on pushbikes are a sight for many and we’re greeted kindly, ‘You’ve done well, we passed you at whatever o’clock!’

You need time for your brain to actually understand what it’s done.

From a distance of 2 entire months and 3070 miles away I can honestly say cycling Nullarbor was one of the coolest things I’ve ever done. I will probably never do that again, but would I do it again, if the opportunity came up? Probably.