24/10/21 The End(ish): Hahndorf to Adelaide

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Remember I told you about Buddy the dog? We moved into Buddy's house today and here we will stay until his owner comes home. Buddy is a chocolate labrador and has bestowed his undying love on us, bought forever by regular meals and pats, and with the occasional loud bark to remind us that he has lungs.  Buddy can't see, so we have to learn to use our voices to tell him where we are, and not to put things where he will crash into them.

A quiet Buddy moment.
 

Life with Buddy will happen at a slower pace than life on the road. We won't have adventures, near-misses with mice and drop bears, or struggles with flat mattresses and gale force winds at anywhere near the frequency of the last few months. This means that I won't update the blog as frequently as I have done; I'll still write about any adventures that happen as we explore Adelaide but this is the last of the daily-ish entries.

I'd like to thank all of you who have followed along for the journey. I've had a lot of fun thinking of and writing about the high/low/silly points of our days.  I promise that every single thing I wrote was at least almost possibly usually partially somewhat based on real life.  I solemnly declare that drop bears are a real and present danger in the bush, and that no husbands were harmed in the making of this movie.

Until the next adventure: take care and never let the truth get in the way of a good story.

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