I wake up, like I have done so many times throughout the night. I have slept remarkably bad, head is full of urgh and I'm boiling in my tent, every other hour I have been up to blow up my mattress and blow my nose. I don’t feel well, but I really don’t want to spend any more time on the ground. What to do. I get up and out and take a deep breath of fresh air.
Right, so I either stay in Ceduna in a motel or something like it, or I truck on and find something better in Port Lincoln. While packing up my tent the idea of Port Lincoln being my place of rest begins to settle. The idea of a room with a shower and a bed, and aircon seems very tempting, and for some reason if it’s in Port Lincoln it would make my day. I can’t explain the logic but that becomes my goal. I pack up, suite up and get on my way.
It is about 400 or so km down, but it feels like I'm going round the world. About two thirds down I make a little vlog (video blog) while having a break. I'm not feeling top notch, but still determined to carry on.
As I pull into Port Lincoln I already start feeling more motivated and driven, and luck will have it I only spend 5 minutes looking for a place until I find the Grand Tasman Hotel down by the beach area, and they charge 75 dollars for a single. Sold!
After having carried all my stuff up, much to the entertainment of the people having a pint in the bar by the roadside, gotten out of my gear and collapsed on my bed, I finally feel I have crossed over from West Australia. I have not been able to relax until now and there are no words to describe just how good it feels to have come this far, and the relive of knowing that I have a full day of just getting over my sickness from the comfort of a bed. It is not long until I pass out, making this post a rather short one, goodnight.
Right, so I either stay in Ceduna in a motel or something like it, or I truck on and find something better in Port Lincoln. While packing up my tent the idea of Port Lincoln being my place of rest begins to settle. The idea of a room with a shower and a bed, and aircon seems very tempting, and for some reason if it’s in Port Lincoln it would make my day. I can’t explain the logic but that becomes my goal. I pack up, suite up and get on my way.
It is about 400 or so km down, but it feels like I'm going round the world. About two thirds down I make a little vlog (video blog) while having a break. I'm not feeling top notch, but still determined to carry on.
As I pull into Port Lincoln I already start feeling more motivated and driven, and luck will have it I only spend 5 minutes looking for a place until I find the Grand Tasman Hotel down by the beach area, and they charge 75 dollars for a single. Sold!
After having carried all my stuff up, much to the entertainment of the people having a pint in the bar by the roadside, gotten out of my gear and collapsed on my bed, I finally feel I have crossed over from West Australia. I have not been able to relax until now and there are no words to describe just how good it feels to have come this far, and the relive of knowing that I have a full day of just getting over my sickness from the comfort of a bed. It is not long until I pass out, making this post a rather short one, goodnight.
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