I rode into Ceduna and, for the first time in a week, went to a supermarket. I bought some food, glad for the variety. Then I continued on.

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From Norseman the road heads out into the outback, with 1200km to the next town. This section of road is often referred to as the Nullarbor, but really it skirts the southern edge of the true Nullarbor plain, only briefly crossing it.

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Now that I’d left the Munda Biddi, the road I cycled was quiet, and quite narrow. There wasn’t room for vehicles to pass each other without going onto the gravel on the side. There were only about ten vehicles an hour, and most moved over.

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Last time I arrived in Australia, I didn’t stay long. I got there, spent a few days in quarantine, then decided this whole COVID situation was probably going to last longer than it would take me to ride across Australia. I flew home, just a few days before flights were cancelled. Hopefully this time will go better!

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After spending the morning continuing my ride through the Saudi desert, in the early afternoon I approached the border with the UAE. A storm gathered behind me, and grew closer. I could hear the thunder as I raced to reach the border before the storm caught me. There was a little rain, but I managed to outpace the worst of it.

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In the morning I packed up and resumed cycling. After a few hours, I reached the Saudi border. There wasn’t much traffic, but it was a remarkably big complex – and this was just the Jordanian side.

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It was Friday, the beginning of the weekend in Judaism and Islam. That meant the border was only open in the morning, so I set off early from Jerusalem. Soon I began a long descent, from 800 metres above sea level to 300 below.

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After about six months of not cycling, it was finally time to go again. My plane landed in Jordan late at night, and I settled down to sleep in the airport until morning.

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I just had 70km to go to the border but I set off early, not overly confident in the embassy’s assurances that the border guards had been told I was to be allowed through. I wasn’t feeling fantastic but there was no headwind and little traffic so the ride to the border was pleasant enough.

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(Note: I’m going back and uploading the last couple of posts from Africa, a few months late.)

I cycled out of Lome and cycled beside the beach for about ten kilometres before reaching the Ghanaian border.

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