Yesterday I did nothing at all in Port Lincoln. Didn't feel up for doing much, no real energy to go discover. I did take a walk around the city with my camera but was utterly uninspired to take pictures. That had nothing to do with Port Lincoln and everything to do with being sick.
Today I'm heading up to Port Augusta. It’s not a long drive, same as from Ceduna to Port Lincoln, but I don’t want to overdo it. As I drive however, I begin to feel better and more confident. I have the ocean on the right side and fresh air in my face.
Adelaide is almost 700 kilometres from Port Lincoln, but I'm making good time, and Port Augusta is looking more and more like a late lunch break than a final destination.
I have my lunch, taking my time no rush. Avocado spaghetti? Ok I will try some of that, and actually it's not bad. Fell fed and camel bag filled with cold water, saddle up and head for Adelaide.
I'm couching in my helmet most of the way, but besides that I'm in good spirit, weather is mild and I'm determined to make it. Counting the km's, ass sour, small break, drink water, refuel, back on bike, keep on trucking, repeat.
I come into Adelaide in the evening around 9, looking for something cheap to stay in. I drive through the city and back and make a turn down a street that seems a bit more alive. As it happens its the main street, and I spot a motel. Reception closed, says to go to reception of a hotel across the street. On my way over there I spot a Backpackers Hostel but continue on to the hotel. Receptionist is nice and tells me its 149 bucks per night. I say thank you and head straight to the Hostel instead.
This place is 80 dollars a night, and the manager there is very friendly. He even lets me park the bike in the back behind a locked door, and helps me carry my stuff. It may not be a 4 star hotel, but that sort of treatment just hits the spot. I get a room of my own with a shower. I repeat the feeling-satisfied-and-passing-out-on-bed success from Port Lincoln. Finally, I'm in Adelaide.
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| Driving out of Port Lincoln |
Today I'm heading up to Port Augusta. It’s not a long drive, same as from Ceduna to Port Lincoln, but I don’t want to overdo it. As I drive however, I begin to feel better and more confident. I have the ocean on the right side and fresh air in my face.
Adelaide is almost 700 kilometres from Port Lincoln, but I'm making good time, and Port Augusta is looking more and more like a late lunch break than a final destination.
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| Avocado Spaghetti in Port Augusta |
I'm couching in my helmet most of the way, but besides that I'm in good spirit, weather is mild and I'm determined to make it. Counting the km's, ass sour, small break, drink water, refuel, back on bike, keep on trucking, repeat.
I come into Adelaide in the evening around 9, looking for something cheap to stay in. I drive through the city and back and make a turn down a street that seems a bit more alive. As it happens its the main street, and I spot a motel. Reception closed, says to go to reception of a hotel across the street. On my way over there I spot a Backpackers Hostel but continue on to the hotel. Receptionist is nice and tells me its 149 bucks per night. I say thank you and head straight to the Hostel instead.
This place is 80 dollars a night, and the manager there is very friendly. He even lets me park the bike in the back behind a locked door, and helps me carry my stuff. It may not be a 4 star hotel, but that sort of treatment just hits the spot. I get a room of my own with a shower. I repeat the feeling-satisfied-and-passing-out-on-bed success from Port Lincoln. Finally, I'm in Adelaide.
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