Day 110 | Leinster Caravan Park: back in some old familiar territory
76 km | zzOz total: 5,411 km
What a difference a day makes.
I guess when you camp near a river, make that a watercourse, of course without the hint of water, the only way the road can go is up. And the wind turned 180° from last night.
But it was only 50km to Agnew, not much traffic, then again the last 24 hours has had more traffic than the previous 18 days combined.
More wildflowers, the most interesting was a flowering shrub with masses of bright orange/yellow blossom, sort of like the hi-vis shirt colour, gee, it must be spring.
Not all that much to relate as I pedalled up the highway, yesterday’s clouds have disappeared, the cloud free status quo has returned.
It was mid November when I was round these parts two years ago, so late in the year, much hotter, at least 10°C warmer, thunderstorms in the afternoons, the nights now are quite cool and I sleep with extra clothing on, the daytime in the low/mid 20°s. No complaints there.
It was a bit before 12 when I finally hit Agnew so I had a poke around, there’s old junk everywhere.
Then on the stoke of midday I strode into the pub for the object of my detour: an extraordinarily humungous and good steak sanger with the lot, half a pig, an egg, and a decent slab of steak in Turkish bread, so fresh they must make it here, with a huge plate of chips, all for $15. Washed it down with a rare beer, have to say that even the smell of a beer these days gets me tipsy.
Had the whole pub to myself for a while.
Then a school party from a girl’s school, 17 17 years olds bowled noisily in for lunch, lots of giggling as they gobbled what seemed an endless supply of pizza. Ms Simpson had been getting a hard time but silenced the lot when she caressed something classical on the rickety out of tune old piano, even Mrs Evatt was impressed, then back on the bus for a continuation of the tour of the goldfields.
Leinster will be the full restocking stop.
Can’t trust those next towns to have muesli etc.