It’s a Small World

Our lunch stop at Nundroo Roadhouse brought us into conversation with a cyclist we had passed along the road. I was intrigued to discover why someone would ride across this barren expanse, particularly when one has red hair and fair skin. It turns out that this guy, from a place called Peaceful Bay, just near Denmark, had held the dream for a few years, and was going to undertake the crossing last year. He was approached do the ride for charity and thereupon postponed for one year. It turns out that the inspiration for this was the efforts of one Colin Ricketts, who had walked around Australia for the same charity, finishing just over a year ago. I learned of Colin’s journey because he had been best man at a cousin’s wedding many years ago. That we should meet and share encouragement and a common bond in the middle of the Nullarbor reminds us of how small the world can be.
I suggest you Google Colin Rickett’s name and check out his walk.