Pt 2. Carinyah to Wungong camp.
I slept in my tent last night; but without the flysheet since I was inside. I also set it up on the top bunk…just in case a rabid kangaroo or koala came lurking in the night.
Actually, the real reason I put up the tent was my unfounded fear of that Australian monster of the bush I’d read about – the Huntsman Spider – they’re big, they’re very fast and they sport venomous fangs that can pierce through skin.
The smell of coffee in the morning is a very powerful motivator. Complement that with the sharp, chilly morning air and the beautiful silence that pervades the bush, and one can only feel a great sense of content. Life at its simplest needs very little.
Sandy, on the other hand, is all packed (4 panniers, 1 dry bag, 1 handlebar bag, 1 backpack) and ready to hit the trail while I’m still spooning in my porridge.
So off he goes. We agree to meet up at Wungong at the end of the day.
Welcome to Munda Pea-ddi.
Barely a kilometre from the campsite, I negotiate a pea-gravelled corner and down I go like a sack of, well, peas.
It doesn’t help that my rear setup is top-ass-heavy, thanks to my sleeping gear in a dry bag sitting high on the rear rack.
Ball bearings would be another accurate description of pea gravel – very wanting in traction.
If it’s thinly spread, it’s quite rideable but still iffy, just don’t corner too fast, like I did. If it’s a couple of inches deep, it will suck your tyres in.
Wungong campsite is deserted as I ride in. The building is an exact replica of Carinyah camp except it has less open space surrounding it and more vegetation. One that really stands out is the Australian grass tree (Xanthorrhoea).
I’m expecting a rousing welcome from my new mate Sandy but he’s nowhere to be seen. That’s strange. He left earlier than me.
An hour later, he arrives — he’d taken a wrong turn and rode a lot more kilometres than he was supposed to.
Tonight I will be a little braver – the Huntsman was nowhere to be seen so I decide to sleep on just the Thermarest instead, in my sleeping bag, of course … but still on the upper bunk, just in case a rabid kangaroo or koala comes lurking around at night.