Well, the guy from the roadhouse was not lying - the road did indeed have a resemblance to a speedway track! This part of the road, being the middle had still to be repaired as the roadworks crews start from both sides, Derby in the west and Kununurra in the east and work their way in to the middle. There were muddy sections and deep gravel corrugations but the hardest was the long sandy sections. I in particular got some nice wobbles going and almost lost control when the sand flung me and my bike from one side of the road to the other but I managed to save it before ending up in the bush! This happened several times and it got pretty discouraging after a while. The sand seemed to never end and with the sun baking down on us it got harder and harder to keep the spirit up and we both got a bit frustrated with one another! It had been such a long day, we were exhausted and our boots were still wet from the crossings, I was even chased by a dingo at one point; so when we finally rocked up at the Gibb River (the actual river that the road is named after) we were relieved! It was definitely one of the toughest days of the trip so far.
Me pouring out the river in my boots
Our camp spot on the Gibb River
Drying out the boots! They were still wet the next morning.
Cars going across the Gibb River