The last place just past Elliston turned out to be a bad place to camp; vampire fucking mosquitoes people, and hundreds of them. Because it was dark by the time I left Elliston i stopped at the first place I could which happened to be next to a lagoonish swampish area. Trying to set up your tent and eat food while being ravaged by bloodsuckers ain't fun. I made a small fire to try and smoke them away, next thing picture me eating my tuna sandwich dinner while standingnover the fire smoking myself. It's called an adventure people.
As a side note a lot of the time I find myself doing stupid things to keep amused and in good spirits. A lot of off key singing, me talking to myself and having simple conversations, talking or mostly yelling at the flies (usually something about now you're trapped in the car... GET OUT OF MY CAR), lots of me speaking in various accents repeating one phrase, lots of crazy behaviour... So not to bore you with the non amusing details but here it goes. Drove further down the Eyre Peninsula from just past Elliston and made it to Port Lincoln in one piece. Spent a few hours walking around the place, it's another fishing port/mining port. From there I set off towards Port Augusta in a north east direction following the coast. Spent a lot of time just checking into small towns so I was only 200 km along the way come late arvo. Found a spot on some guys property where I was concealed in the bush a bit, no Mosquitos but many many many flies. Many of them. After 4 days and no shower bits were starting to smell so I chose to do something about it. Got my sponge
out and lathered myself up, covered in soap suds, enter many flies, me naked it. It might sound highly erotic but it wasn't, it was just an annoying situation to be in. Was a chilly night but I survived, the next morning finished the drive to Port Augusta and headed off towards Broken Hill. The first part of the drive was fun, winding my way up a pass to get through the South Flinders Range and then descending the other side to the towns of Wilmington and then Orroroo. Real country towns with dusty streets but cute historic houses bordering the road. Next was Peterborough and then onto the Barrier Hwy all the way to Broken Hill. At some point when I crossed into NSW I started screaming to myself I was home... Still 1000km to go buddy.
Arrived at Broken Hill around 4pm, the caravan park wanted 25$ for an unpowered site so I opted for a shower for $5 and then made my way to the info centre. It shut at 5pm so I was out of luck, the only thing I
wanted to check out was the living desert, turns out I needed a key only available from the Info centre. So instead I drove around town, a weird place, hard to pin it down but I think it's the fact there is no grass on the pavements, few trees, yet the house look like something transported from any major city. Defeated by Broken Hill I made my way towards Menindee. Darkens was rapidly approaching but thankfully the road swung over to a dry a dry creek bed lined by gum trees and that's where i'm camped now. As darkness has fallen the two middle aged couples 20m away have cranked up their stereo and are blasting out some beats of dads generation.
Serenity destroyed by the over 50's...
As a side note a lot of the time I find myself doing stupid things to keep amused and in good spirits. A lot of off key singing, me talking to myself and having simple conversations, talking or mostly yelling at the flies (usually something about now you're trapped in the car... GET OUT OF MY CAR), lots of me speaking in various accents repeating one phrase, lots of crazy behaviour... So not to bore you with the non amusing details but here it goes. Drove further down the Eyre Peninsula from just past Elliston and made it to Port Lincoln in one piece. Spent a few hours walking around the place, it's another fishing port/mining port. From there I set off towards Port Augusta in a north east direction following the coast. Spent a lot of time just checking into small towns so I was only 200 km along the way come late arvo. Found a spot on some guys property where I was concealed in the bush a bit, no Mosquitos but many many many flies. Many of them. After 4 days and no shower bits were starting to smell so I chose to do something about it. Got my sponge
out and lathered myself up, covered in soap suds, enter many flies, me naked it. It might sound highly erotic but it wasn't, it was just an annoying situation to be in. Was a chilly night but I survived, the next morning finished the drive to Port Augusta and headed off towards Broken Hill. The first part of the drive was fun, winding my way up a pass to get through the South Flinders Range and then descending the other side to the towns of Wilmington and then Orroroo. Real country towns with dusty streets but cute historic houses bordering the road. Next was Peterborough and then onto the Barrier Hwy all the way to Broken Hill. At some point when I crossed into NSW I started screaming to myself I was home... Still 1000km to go buddy.
Arrived at Broken Hill around 4pm, the caravan park wanted 25$ for an unpowered site so I opted for a shower for $5 and then made my way to the info centre. It shut at 5pm so I was out of luck, the only thing I
wanted to check out was the living desert, turns out I needed a key only available from the Info centre. So instead I drove around town, a weird place, hard to pin it down but I think it's the fact there is no grass on the pavements, few trees, yet the house look like something transported from any major city. Defeated by Broken Hill I made my way towards Menindee. Darkens was rapidly approaching but thankfully the road swung over to a dry a dry creek bed lined by gum trees and that's where i'm camped now. As darkness has fallen the two middle aged couples 20m away have cranked up their stereo and are blasting out some beats of dads generation.
Serenity destroyed by the over 50's...
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