Day 24 | Albany backpackers: What's that? A bed?

32 km | zzOz total: 1,180 km

It’s been another wild night but I’ve been cosy enough nestled under the melalucas down at Cosy Corner Beach.

As I was taking the tent down this morning a big ute rolls up and 3 blokes pop out. They don’t seem to be dog walkers.

I’d already been down near the beach, not quite on it because the huge waves are surging right up to the dunes, and it was, what shall we say, fresh.

Intermittent showers, gale warning posted and maybe the thermostat turned down a notch or five.

The waves look like 4 m, dumpers, then a flatter patch until the next set.

The boys strip off and don their wet suits, much like me putting on my wet riding clothes a few minutes earlier. Us southerners are tough.

“Where’s the surfboards?” I ask, it looks pretty mean out there.

They just grin and run on by. They’ve got little boogie boards and will have a fun start to the weekend, if they survive.

Well, I’m off to have some fun myself but it’s in the opposite direction, in town, 30km away.

The wind is a huge assist, hooray, a good soaking or two, I arrive dripping, but soon I’m walking the streets looking like a local.

A local?

Yeah, travelling in shorts with my only footwear a damp, no, wet, pair of sandals, I fit right in.