Day 564 | Kyffins Reserve, Lake Mulwalla: blown away

71 km | zzOz total: 18,501 km

If Swan Hill to Tocumwal was a joy, from Toc to, I guess it will be all the way to Albury, was the opposite, I’m on asphalt sharing with those traveling on four wheels who often don’t believe in sharing despite the festive season, ain’t much pleasure there.

There’s no sealed shoulder, even in Victoria, I’d guessed the Victorian roads would be better, they usually are, and that would make up for the increased traffic.

The jury’s still out, but I’m more concerned the coroner may become involved.

I’m having lunch at a large recycled plastic picnic table off the road and Johnno from Shep, that’s Shepparton, stops.

How do you fit that table set in, he asks, cradling a lunchtime stubby in one hand.

It’s easy, I fit it in the trailer, it all folds out bigger than your average caravan, there’s even a spa pool but finding water can be a problem.

How come you aren’t riding a bike, I ask.

Oh, I’d get a rash, he explains.

Where? from me. He responds with what I’d describe as the nether regions.

We chat a bit, he’s impressed I’ve ridden from Alice, but didn’t listen when I said via Cape York, attention span isn’t too great.

I’ll look you up if I go through Shep, knowing I’m not, he offers a bed, still grinning although the tide is way lower on the stubbie, he starts searching around for another.

No thanks, from me, I’m worried about your rash.

The good thing about constant travel is that you can get to use your best material more than once, a different audience every day.