Day 65 | Carnarvon again: and for a while more, here in Paradise

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The Mullewa Carnarvon Road looked substantial enough on my map, sure it was a broken line marking the way a fair distance across the page, but it was a bold broken line.

If I’d realised how limited, ie, almost non-existent, additional food supplies would be for the 12 nights it took to traverse the said road I would have stocked up on additional items to scoff on my lazy, or lazier, days at the waterholes, the point where hunger really sets in. It’s tough staying disciplined when you are merely hanging around, trying desperately not to just wolf the next week’s allocation of grub.

There is a fully developed food system in place: allocate every meal into its own zip lock bag, 6 equal sized breakfasts from a packet of muesli, etc, to ensure I don’t find myself unexpectedly short. Then you can just count your day’s supplies to plan: I don’t need surprises of the did-I-eat-all-the-brekkies-and-there’s-3-days-to-go kind.

I arrived in Carnarvon with a solitary breakfast in the food stash, excepting a month’s supply of coffee, not always helpful when hungry, and a half bag of dates which I still couldn’t bring myself to eat, starvation notwithstanding.

No surprise then that I’ve been making regular ventures to the supermarket to reinstate some of the Perth conditioning that has just melted away in recent weeks and reacquainting myself with kitchen utensils and utilities.

There’s an old, wise, saying: man can not live by muesli and spaghetti alone.

But it’s all terrific practice for a couple of similar stretches in the months to come.

Just have to ascertain myself of the exact type of food supplies that are procurable along the dotted tracks in future.