Out motel, left onto road. Continue for 144 km straight, turn left into motel. Hopefully a different one.
We’re on the B1, Princes Highway. Designed in 1920 for a visit of UK royalty. It’s hugs the coast, straight and you can see far ahead. So the endurance challenge is what to focus on. Kangaroo road kill, the large lorries that occasionally thunder by. Only one cafe, next to a bit of broken replica oil drilling rig (from 1860s).
Destination is Kingston and it’s 1700 inhabitants.
Interesting day where time merged with tarmac and the trance of the turning pedals.
Travelling reflections 