This night was bitterly cold: 5°C, according to the Prado's thermometer. The mink blanket certainly helped. I drink my hot morning tea and watch the thick morning fog swirling slowly all around me.
I take off. There's a long journey ahead across the Nullarbor Plain, which I took last year, but in the opposite direction. The fog is thick as milk, and the rising sun is hitting me straight in the eye, and I curse under my breath, because I can't see anything through the misty and brightly lit windshield. Luckily, this goes away after a while.
Soon I reach the famous 90 Mile Straight: almost 150 km of perfectly straight road, the longest of such kind in Australia. Let's get to it, then!
All around me stretches the Nullarbor Plain, which, according to its name, is not supposed to have any trees on it at all. It does, of course, although they're quite few and far between.
At 2 p.m. I cross the state border. This is also the quarantine checkpoint for those who travel westwards: they are supposed to hand in all their honey, fruits and veggies. I'll have to do the same a bit further down the road, in Ceduna.
This stretch of the Eyre Highway comes quite close to the ocean, and I use this opportunity to make another batch of pics. First seawater I encounter during this entire trip.
There's a few lookouts on the way, and one of them has some of those picturesque limestone cliffs that the Nullarbor is famous for; not unlike those I have seen a year ago.
The sun is almost down when I arrive at another 24-hour rest stop; no mobile signal, but plenty of solitude, except a couple of campers away in the bush. It's getting quite cloudy, and I can even see it raining in the distance, so I batten down the hatches just in case. I haven't seen a single drop of rain during the entire trip so far, but who knows.