Day 9, Friday 22nd Feb. Adelaide to Port Wakefield

Day 9

Friday 22^nd Feb

Adelaide – Port Wakefield

101kms

 

We decided we should at least sleep 8 hours. So we woke up around 10am in the morning. After a shower, packing up all of our stuff we had spread across the room. Collecting our freshly charged electrical goods we hit the streets of Adelaide. This was the first chance we had to update the tour blog for everyone out there following the trip to read about our travels so far. We had a list of things we wanted to get while in Adelaide and thought it would be pretty important to get all of these things before heading off over the desert.

After the internet café we headed to the bike shop. We each bought an extra rear bike light. A lot of riding had been done late a night so far, and we thought it would be a good idea to have a rear light on both the bike, and the back of the trailer. We also bought some new drink bottles, handle bar ends, rear view mirror, and we both bought some  bags that slide onto the top of our rear bike racks. We had found that so far, we’ve been spending a lot of time, getting in and out of the pannier bags, struggling to find whatever we needed. So we bought these bags that will act as little day hatches, with all of the bits and pieces we can use for the day, and make them easily accessible. Then we headed to the outdoor shop to buy an extra bowl, and some spare tent pegs. Harv has a habit of bending them, so it was a great purchase.

After our first bite to eat for the day at around 2:30pm, we finally got away. It was a bit intense getting out of the city because we were right on peak hour traffic, and there were lots of cars and trucks etc. And also we were struggling against a strong crosswind.

The first opportunity we got to stop, we took it. It turned out to be 50kms out of Adelaide at a little place called Lower Light. First we went to the servo to get some snacks for later, and then to the pub to have some dinner. It was going to be a late night so it was better to eat now rather than stop and muck around eating late in the night.

The pub turned out to be awesome, and once again we spent a bit longer there than we probably should have. The lady on the bar named Cheryl was looking after us, and introduced us to the bar owner. He bought us out a couple of Coopers hats, and West End stubby holders, and shouted us a couple of drinks. All of the locals were interested in what we were doing, and really keen for a chat, so it took a while to get out of there. I left them with a tour poster, and also a CD because they were all so great.

We were back on the road for about 3 hours until we felt really tired. We hadn’t made our daily average, but considering the sleep we needed, decided to stop at a town called Port Wakefield. There was a motel there, and it started to rain a bit, so we booked into the motel. We were greeted by a strange fellow in a playboy dressing gown, who booked us in after we had to wake him up.