The Nullabor

Well I can say that that was long hard and trying. But I can also say that God was with me every step of the way. It started off very hot, couple of 50s, then a storm came through and it cooled down for the next 2 weeks. I experience generosity off a number of people who stopped and gave me cold drinks and some who gave me food including a truckie and his boy who must have heard I was coming on the radio and stopped and waited for me to give me a cold apple juice. May their reward be as they deserve. Oh and a family have offered to put me up in Sydney if I need it.

The prices on the nullabor are pretty outrageous with Nullabor roadhouse being the site of the worst highway robbery in Australia. They should be locked up for being soo greedy.


Highlights/Main points (out of 3 weeks, the 150k straight was absolute boredom): At Cocklebiddy I saw the flying doctor pick up a truckie who had a heart attack and talked to a nice guy at the roadhouse named Tim who talked me into fixing my mirrors to see trucks by telling me about all the cyclist he had seen killed (prompted by a
conversation on what the flying doctor picks up). It was also the fact that earlier that day a tuck nearly cleaned me up, but since then its only happened one more time, 2 times in a month isn't bad.


I snapped three spokes at once on my trailer wheel somewhere inbetween Cocklebiddy and Madura. I put my spare spokes on but couldn't adjust it right. A couple cars later a guy who used to adjust them to make money as a young man came along. Coincidence? I think not.

I snapped a weld on my trailer 50k out of Mundrabilla and was stuffed, though I had in mind that God would sort it out. Flagged down some Estonian guys who helped me
jury rig it up with rope. Then after struggling down the road for 10 min a guy in a van pulled alongside to take a picture (quite a common occurance for me, happens at least daily, at most 20-30 times a day). I asked if he had room in his van, which he did and I got him to take my trailer to Mundrabilla for me, then I pedalled flat out to get there early so there was time to fix it before dark. When I got there the
boss was busy on a emergency plumbing job, so I waited for 2 hours, had my traditional steak burger with the lot (been having one at every roadhouse), and waited for a few hours whilst being bought beers by the pommy cook at the bar. Then when the boss (Bruce) was not busy anymore we took the trailer round the back and he fixed it up while we had a little banter in our conversation about God brought about by my saying my trip was to spend time with God in the wilderness. After he and his 2IC finished the job he said that all he wanted was a prayer for him and everyone at Mundrabilla and to tell anyone who asked that honest Bruce the poor peoples frtiend at Mundrabilla fixed it for me for free.

After numerous fiddly thing going on my trailer the bearings in one wheel finally gave out at Nundroo, a roahouse 160k from Ceduna. I organised to get a new one via the Combs delivery service (my awesome mum and dad) as it would take 2 weeks otherwise. Enjoyed some delicious egg, cheese and spam sandwiches which I made from the eggs and bread they had at the roadhouse. The prices were the cheapest I'd seen on the Nullabor but the owners were grumps and wouldn't give me water, I had to scab off people filling up there.


Overall it wasn't bad, slept outside on my tarp one, night and frooze to death as the tarp didn't cover me and all I had was a jumper and raincoat (which I wrapped around my legs). God was with me organising it all, all the way.

I found a verse supporting the idea that children go to heaven: Deuteronomy 1:39 "Your children who do not yet know good from bad, they shall enter the land". If God shows the children mercy in that situation I do not think it would be blasphemous to suggest that he would say the same of them entering heaven.

Literature of the week/month/just some literature I read and liked:

Keith Green - Up To Now
I haven't been faithful to my poetry book
I've kept a lot inside myself so noone could look
At my tumultuous struggle and ugly self
At times I've misplaced this book
And at other times I've hidden it

I have to tell it everything
I have to bare my soul to it
It never offers condolence
Only stares me back
And eats as many words as I will feed it

Kutless - Run - part of the chorus lyrics
(Speaking from God's perspective)
Why do you run
Why do you hide
Oh don't you know I just
Just want to be with you
To be with you

The first write-up

Well its been 10 days on the road now and though I feel hardcore (though still not as much as Robbo) I'm really scared of the Nullabor mostly due to the fact its 40 and strong headwinds up til Monday next week and that means I'll be drinking 12L a day which means my 36L of water won't last very long.

Had a good first sunday at a little house church with the Selleys whose son Grahams wrote a beautiful poem which I shall put down at the bottom.

Been reading a book, Make My Life A Prayer, which has Keith Greens journal and concert messages in it, his poetry is brilliant some of it I could have written . myself (in terms of the feeling of it not it's brilliance). I've also been reading Numbers, God and Moses doing their stuff. Haven't had time to get on my harmonicas yet, oh well still time.

My plans for the future (Nullabor) are to become a night owl and ride at night and sleep during the day which is really going to screw with my sleep patterns espcially since its boiling during the day in which I intend to sleep.

Part of the reason I started this trip is that I was starting to feels like life was dry to me as per the bones in Ezekial 37:1-14. Now I am starting to feel the life flow back into me even though as of the moment I have not spent as much time as I would have liked to praying and reading my Bible.

I've had quite a few good experiences, people have given me cold water, food etc, God provided a shady tree for me when I was about to faint in the heat one day (I named it Jonahs vine), God led me to the Selleys house church, I had a great time at Coolgardie Gospel Chapel and staying at the Sercombes house there with great hospitality. God bless all the people who have helped me so far. Pray for me as I go onto the Nullabor, I'm going need as much prayer as possible. I'll put something else up next time I get internet, took 10 days to get internet here but the Nullabor so maybe in about a month? Good day to you.


My Jesus by Graham Selley
They tell me you were born on the 25th of December but I know you weren't
They tell me there were three wise men but I know there weren't
They tell me the virgin birth is not real but I know it is
They tell me you were never crucified but I know you were
They tell me lived a long life and had many children to Mary Magdalene but I know you didn't
They tell me the ressurection did not happen but I know it did

To them you died 2000 years ago, for me you live in my heart
They tell me you were a great teacher but to me you are God
To them you are only real when a tragedy has happened to put the blame on
To me you are always real and help me through my tragedy
To them you are a swear word but to me your a friend
To me you are Jesus who save people from their sins
When they were whipping and flogging you I know you were thinking of me
Until one day when I see you then you can put my face to my name
For I know all you went through you said Graham this is for you

Ezekial 37
The Valley of Dry Bones
The hand of the LORD was upon me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the LORD and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. He led me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley, bones that were very dry. He asked me, "Son of man, can these bones live?"

I said, "O Sovereign LORD, you alone know."
Then he said to me, "Prophesy to these bones and say to them, 'Dry bones, hear the word of the LORD! This is what the Sovereign LORD says to these bones: I will make breath [a] enter you, and you will come to life. I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the LORD.' "

So I prophesied as I was commanded. And as I was prophesying, there was a noise, a rattling sound, and the bones came together, bone to bone. I looked, and tendons and flesh appeared on them and skin covered them, but there was no breath in them.

Then he said to me, "Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to it, 'This is what the Sovereign LORD says: Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe into these slain, that they may live.' " So I prophesied as he commanded me, and breath entered them; they came to life and stood up on their feet—a vast army.

Then he said to me: "Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. They say, 'Our bones are dried up and our hope is gone; we are cut off.' Therefore prophesy and say to them: 'This is what the Sovereign LORD says: O my people, I am going to open your graves and bring you up from them; I will bring you back to the land of Israel. Then you, my people, will know that I am the LORD, when I open your graves and bring you up from them. I will put my Spirit in you and you will live, and I will settle you in your own land. Then you will know that I the LORD have spoken, and I have done it, declares the LORD.' "

Rain by Nathan Combs

What if rain was God's tears?
Tears of sadness or of joy?
His sadness of the cross
Came our life flowing down his cheeks
Of joy of pride of son
Of children knowing him

What if thunder was God's voice?
Booming from heaven above
Voice that directed creation by word alone
Calls foolish men from pride