It is just now that I slowly start to realize, to consciously realize the size of this huge continent. Australia won’t be that easy-going journey it was the couple of months in South-East Asia. The pub distances are significantly higher, so there’s no way around of tearing down some false expectations. Even after throwing away everything not vital, there won’t be space on one motorcycle to carry enough petrol and water. And it takes both of them.

Right now I’m struggling with myself. To find a route that’s both, not careless dangerous and not too ordinary for the effort it took to come here. A walk on the ridge, it will take all my accumulated experience in motorcycle traveling. This may sound pathetic to you. I know what I’ve done to end up here. But in the beginning of such a challenge, I feel an uncertainty, a kind of a weakness, lonesome. I told Nico that these feelings are maybe a sign that traveling is still the right thing for me and the day I won’t have it anymore is the day I should stop.

First I must tell you of Nico, my first internet date ever. Nico is a German traveler who was selflessly supporting me on my first days in Australia. He spent an amazing year in the outback of this country, join his stories on his blog http://www.fern-weh.com And there were the two Australians Fleure and Russel, who generously let me stay a couple of nights in their house. Thanks all of you a thousand times! Most probably I won’t be able to give back all your doings to you directly, but I will keep the spirit in me and give it further when it’s my turn to help someone.

In my state of uncertainty, my inability to decide, this journey will also tell a story about a guy trying to find his path. As a track through the bushes and as a way through life.

Things that keep me going:
- Every day I discover new species. Colorful parrots, kangaroos, plants I never saw before, smelling in unknown scents.

- Lascelle, a town with a population of 40 people, in the middle of endless farmland, where I spent a night at the local pub-store-post office-liquor shop-restaurant-hotel. At one corner of the town junction, there’s a historical marker with the names of the persons who fought in the great wars engraved. Those who died, but also those who survived. And I wonder if the persons behind the five lines with “Kidman” are from the same family and if they are the sons or grandsons of the Kidmans listed on the stone of WWI.