Day 33 to Day 35

After staying at an old hotel in Strathalbyn (45$) i headed to Wellington Ferry to catch the Punt across the Murray river. I know when i said to Joe Peci before i left on the trip ,that i might take the ferry from the Eyre Peninsula to Adelaide, he lost it and told me that i would be cheating,so i didn't do that.But let me tell you that this is  the correct way to Meningie and besides the distance is only about 200 metres if that ,Joe.

Good bye Wellington

Something for nothing ,unbelievable.

 Arrived and only had to wait 5 min to get on board and cruise at no cost, and off i went  peddling to Meningie. Before the Punt crossing i spoke to the guy who runs the roadhouse and he told me about these 3 spiked thorns that are all over the malee,yeah whatever mate i said and told him that i will be o.k. First time i stopped and pulled off the road to a wire fence to hold the bike up.Holy Crap Robin, million of these 3 pronged  thorns where attached to each tyre which in turn gave me hell with punctures later even though i pulled each one out carefully. It was the first time this had happened and i was warned . Arrived in Meningie around mid afternoon and again booked into another old hotel. Every time i book into one of these old hotels it makes me laugh when i have to cart the bike up an old tight flight of stairs and carry it down again real quite in the morning like i am carrying a dead body out. Nearly lost it the other morning and started laughing to myself thinking what a way to finish the trip by breaking a leg in a fall. Had a meal at the pub with an old guy i befriended who is down from Adelaide painting a holiday shack,72yr old Rodney.I retired early for an early start.
Day 34 did start early and i felt good cruising down toward Kingston S.E. Slight breeze helping and small rolling hills and beautiful sea views. Later the wind turned a bit and made it hard to get there, but i arrived around three pm after going through a drug and alcohol check.

No where to run

Theres a black dog sniffing in there, i told them about Jim in the bike so the dog wouldn't go crazy if he got a bit of a snort.

Bloody big lobster, don't know how many feet it is i mean metres , eh

 Rang the bike shop up in Mt Gambier and spoke to Robyn and she told me that she closed at 1 on a Saturday the next day. Because i needed to get a spare tyre and still 157 kms from there i thought i better do 50 kms more and leave 100kms  to get into Mt Gambier by 1pm. Ended up camping in the bush washed out and dreading the next day thinking about trying to get there in time. My worst nightmare began when it started raining,even though it was not cold it kept me awake tapping on my flimsy plastic tent.

Dropped in to just realise how lucky i am,Millicent Cemetery

No electric cheating motors on those bikes, good on them. Coming into Millicent with the wind.

This is where i traded the boys in Symster but as you can see theres a restriction on the size.

Good stuff

Lush  pasture just outside Mt Gambier

Dave from D&G Cycles who sorted me out after hours which i really appreciated. Thanks mate.

Day 35 was not a very enjoyable day because i don't like having deadlines on a bike holiday when you don't have any energy but i struggled into Millicent  and rang Dave at the bike shop and he said don't worry i will open up when you get here.  Boy that made me happy that i had all day to get there. As it turned out i was only 20 minutes past 1pm and Dave came down and sold me what i wanted without a fuss later in the day. True gentleman to do that and his bike shop  D & G Cycles Mt Gambier is first class. So  that's about it for now, i better pack up and get some sleep for something different tomorrow,more peddling
HooRoo.