Up at 6am again and packed and on the road by 8. Starting to sound familiar?
Blake’s run of luck was continuing with him banging his head (really well) getting in and out of places three times. He also managed to stub his toe … yep … THAT toe.
Today we had 550 kms to do to get us to Eighty Mile Beach. The road was a little unknown, with some maps saying that sections were still unsealed. It turned out to be bitumen all the way on spectacular and later, boring, road until the turn off to Eighty Mile Beach.