Here’s proof they they get bigger the further north you go. I risked life and limb to get this shot, going off road about half a km over dinner very dodgy ground.

Joining the highway was also a challenge, cresting a blind hill straight onto the road. I needed a run up so I waited until I couldn’t hear any cars then went for it.

Obviously as you’re reading this I made it. Phew!

And here it is, the dalek termite mound! A work on art from a whovian and comedian, the unknown hero bringing a laugh to the traveller.

Good on yer, as they day around here.

They’re everywhere! Take a look at this panorama. As the kms click by the mounds get bigger, the scenery changes gradually every 100kms or so and it’s great. Like watching a live 360×360 TV.

For the hand glider pilots out there this is a nightmare. The mounds are like concrete, rock hard. Just waiting to grab the base bar and nose you in!

Occasionally someone puts a T-shirt on one and it’s pretty funny. I’m waiting for the best one so I can get a photo.

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So I came across this wayside inn at Dunmarra. I’m not sure they thought the name of that through very well. Where was that place? Ah, Dunmarra.

A few kms outside the town there’s a big sign advertising “Famous home made pies”. I asked the lady at the counter where the pies were famous, apart from on the sign obviously. She wasn’t sure, no-one had asked before.

Anyway, I was in the mood for a pie so I got one. What I got was one of the best pies I’ve ever had! Flaky pastry, chunky meat and a great gravy. I should have had two! It’s only fair then that I do my bit to help make the Dunmarra home made pies “Famous”. They’re on a blog now!

Next time you’re in the market for a pie I thoroughly recommend them. Ask for Sue, and tell her I sent you!

Another long day, 700 odd kms and hardly a bend to speak of. It gets a bit monotonous, or as the locals say “as boring as bat shit”. I don’t know much about bat shit, but it doesn’t sound too interesting! I can’t wait to get to some nice twisty roads, the bike must think it’s on the dyno!

53 metres is a long truck, given that UK trailers are 42ft Max. (I make that 12.7 metres). They’re not that impressive though, just long snaking beats that look like they’re on the verge of crashing any moment. Best given a very wife berth!

Respect to the drivers though.

Just what I wanted to see on the WIDE OPEN toilet door! I had a good look around but thankfully there were no brown snakes.

I saw a pink one though. It was HUGE 😉

The locals were all telling me this is a life size model of the largest crocodile, killed in the early 1900s. I’m not convinced. It looks petty mean though. It doesn’t matter how big your knife is, if you met one of these in the wild you’d have no chance.

When I was going to Burketown to fly the morning glory a few years ago, I asked the guy in the gun and sports shop what the best thing for defence against crocodiles was. He put a pair of Nikes on the counter. I think he’s probably right!

That road sign is ace! I thought it was a good job I was on a bike, as car eating cows sound quite scary!

Actually I saw a lot of wildlife on the run in to Normanton. The last 150 kms were straight into the sun, which was low in the sky and in my eyes. Just on dusk all the joeys were out. I was glad to make it into the township.

I thought it might be a good idea to capture some of the people I meet along the way. This nice couple were running the roadhouse in Mount Surprise. (I think the surprise is the fact there’s no mountain there!).

Andrea and Marilyn are from Italy and Belgium respectively, doing the woffa thing and travelling around. They do a good feed and are headed for Cairns or the tablelands next. No internet or phone makes it difficult to stay in touch out there, buy otherwise they’re having a grouse time.