I didn't spend as long travelling down the West Coast as I would have liked. After Broome it started to get cooler again and beyond Port Hedland the head wind was so strong it wore me out riding in it. So in trying to get away from the bad (though not bad by English standards) weather I sort of shot through to the south quicker than I had planned. I did have an interesting night sleeping behind a roadhouse at Fortescue River. It is family run, but the main woman in the house is called Barbara. She is a right character. I sat in the bar for the night being entertained by this incredible woman - whose husband promised her a holiday 20 years ago and still hasn't come through! I woke up in the early hours and found I was surrounded by about 10 kangaroos. I have seen lots, but never so close in the wild.

As I got closer to Perth, the countryside started to look more and more like England. One minute I'm in the Australian outback where it's all red dirt, dry grass, starving cattle not a puddle in sight. Within a few hundred kilometres it gets very green, the rivers have water in them, the cows are fat and I saw a yellow field.

It felt odd to reach my final destination. I was happy and amazed that I’d made it, yet also a bit sad that it had come to an end. Not to worry I am already planning more trips for when I get home. (When I’ve finished paying for this trip anyway!) I have been in Perth for a week and I haven’t ridden the bike since I got here. I will though, just one last time.

There will be photos on here when I get home around the end of October.

When I got to Kununurra I was hot, tired and ready to drop wherever my body landed. I hadn’t even unloaded the bike when a beer was put in my hand and I was talking to a couple from Perth who had ridden up the coast on an ST1100. I had a couple more with Donna and John before jumping in the pool to cool off.

As the sun was setting thousands of bats flew overhead. It was an awesome sight. There wasn't a patch of sky not filled with bats. It lasted for about 10 minutes. I was told it happened the night before, but had lasted even longer.

I stopped at a roadhouse to drink some water and hide in the shade. The Variety Club convoy showed up too. They have a roadtrain driving with them. The driver came over to say hello. He had ridden around Oz before and was insistant that I take some water from him. I was carrying about 5 litres, but it was at the same temperature that I normally drink tea. So some nice cold water was gratefully accepted. He said I could just pull him over if I needed any more, this seemed kind of drastic, but it was a kind gesture.

I had a brief stop in Halls Creek, but I was ready to get to the coast again. I rode all day to get to Broome - 731km. I've ridden that far in a day before, but usually the scenery changes. I planned to spend a few days in Broome on the advise of people I had met coming the other way. The first couple of kilometres on the way in look like a building site. I wondered what this place was that so many had insisted I should see. It turned out to be a great place to chill out for a while. Before I had found a place to stay I met a couple that had ridden overland from the UK. Simon and Rachel had been on the road for nearly 2 years, on and off. I wanted to hear more of their stories so they took to me to the campsite they were staying at. I had a good few days in Broome and felt nice and refreshed when I gat back on the road to Port Hedland. I always love that feeling when I first get on the bike in the morning and my bum doesn’t hurt. How can a seat that feels so comfy at 8am turn into a block of stone by midday?