Bruce and I headed out into the headwind to meet Linda and Christine as they rode in from Roebuck Plains roadhouse. I blew up at about 10 kms and rested in a bus shelter, Bruce rode on to intercept the girls but never saw them. He eventually got to Roebuck Plains and checked his phone to find that they had pulled in to the Broome crocodile farm for morning coffee just when Bruce came past. We all rode back to Broome and set up in the caravan park.

In the afternoon the girls went exploring museums and shops while I went to the Broome Hospital to get more diagnosis about my leg. Again, an ultrasound in the emergency department found no detectable pulse in the lower calf and foot. The ED doctor wrote me a referral to the Royal Perth Hospital Vascular clinic in a week and sent me off, making sure that I was taking Aspirin as an anticoagulant.

Bruce showed us where to get dinner at the old China town (now the completely replaced China town except for the old roofless cinema).

And that was it, we were in Broome.

Christine and Linda had ridden the whole way from Kununurra, a bit over 1000 km in three weeks and hardly broken a sweat. The two men ended up in hospital, me with a permanently blocked artery in my knee and Bruce with other problems.

Still we all had great fun and wouldn’t have missed it but could have done without the health issues.

Well done girls. XX rules!