Day 42 & 43

Day 42 I woke in Loch and packed my gear ready to leave when Toddy insisted (the partner of Sybil ,the owner of the Royal Pub in Loch) to make me a nice coffee and then gave me the paper to read by the fire. Finally I then said my goodbyes and i was away. The start  of the day was terrible but an hour into it the rain cleared.Went through Foster which i think is the most Southern part of Australia that i am going. Sort of an uneventful day as i was just trying to dodge the rain and get to Yarram before i got wet. Had about 20 kms to go and bluish sky ahead with a touch of grey in front but when i turned around the meanest blackest cloud was running me down.

This is what i was heading into

This is the 80  strong Pelaton which caught me.

 The rain i could see was coming with it. Immediately i went to into a frenzy as though an 80 strong Pelaton were chasing me down. It was the only way to get the most out of myself. But it didn't take long for nature to catch me and i was still 12 kms out of Yarram but lucky enough to have a house to pull into, and this is where i met Barbara. An American lady who's husband owns a Diary Farm. We chattered for about 45 minutes and she made me a nice cup of coffee with a biscuit,a true blue.It was getting dark quick and the rain had cleared so we said goodbye and i made a dash for Yarram and arrived at the Glass House Pub to book in a room. I must say it would have to be one of the best price ,service and meals i have stayed at. Nigel the owner let me use the dryer and he impressed me how he worked alongside his staff and didn't sweat the small things. A far cry from some Publicans who are just drunks in hiding.
Day 43 wasn't going to very enjoyable after i looked at myself in the mirror,i had that old man flu look,when you've aged ten years in one day. Still ,i went through the motions and took off toward Sale. My nose ran like a tap the whole way and i didn't feel the best so  i decided enough is enough when i arrived around 12noon.

Just across the road from my old pub

Booked into the Gippsland Hotel and had a couple of hours sleep and the barmaid ,Denise, gave me some lemons to make myself some lemon and honey drinks which i did. Hopefully i will feel better tomorrow to bite away a bit more of this cold,wet and 5.30 pm pitch black place. Still as President Nixon said "you don't appreciate the highest mountain unless you've been in the lowest valley"and i think this is the lowest .lol

Bloody good shop in Korumburra.

I wonder if Lance is home

Blow this photo up Linds.

Now i wonder if there watching.

Catch ya later ,might even be a rest day for me tomorrow.