Day 485 | Mungeranie Pub: OK, I succumbed

26 km | zzOz total: 15,575 km

Statewide forecast was for huge winds, showers everywhere, they mention even Coober Pedy and all points more southern.

But I’m beyond the mentionable, there’s nothing, no one, out this way worth considering and at $10 I decide I’ll pay for a night, even two if the weather conditions continue because there has been no respite from wind, even if it’s been oblique in the last few days, until I’ve found a spot to hoist the tent in the evenings.

There’s a pub here, actually only a pub, and I have a burger with the lot, a total high-rise extravaganza, the complete works I can state, building from the shaky base of lettuce, tomato and beetroot, then the wodge of pattie with cheese atop, lashings of fried onions and on the top stack, another full storey, more secure with bacon and an egg with a slice of fried pineapple.

To me that is indeed The Works, I should know, I’m a connoisseur of such fare after testing varieties from each corner of the continent and isolated points between.

I spend time in the artesian bore fed swimming pool, kind of au naturale, that’s pool construction, hardwood logs with sometimes sandy, sometimes somewhat squidgy, base not my (lack of) swimming attire. I’m quite decent and looking all right as I cast my eyes around at my pudgy contemporaries.

The pool contents is a murky charcoal but the sulphur tinged water pours in at about 50ºC, the pool itself about 28ºC.

Windchill on exiting the water is noticeable, that wind, a southerly, is not letting up.