I Caught A Bus.

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Morning on the Murray at Renmark.

While in Loxton I bought a packet of snow peas to feed my vegetable-deprived self. It was rather a large packet and when came time to leave Loxton I tucked the uneaten snow peas into my bar bag for snacking during the day and promptly forgot all about them. 

Hotel Renmark in the morning.

Now remember the conniptions I had while trying to find accommodation to work in Renmark? I had to work in Renmark because I then needed the full 5 days to pedal my way through the wilds north of the river to get to the next suitable working town. Renmark was full up with Easter revellers and families enjoying the school holidays, and prices for accommodation had risen accordingly.

It all got too much when I was quoted $140 for a measly powered tent site where I couldn't work anyway, so I threw up my hands in disgust and said, "I'd be better off catching a bus back to Adelaide for Easter!" I confirmed that the Hotel Renmark would allow me to park my bike in their locked and undercover maintenance yard. Then I got on a bus at early o'clock the following morning and watched all the places I'd pedaled through zip past at vehicular speed, spooling backwards all the way to Adelaide.

Berri had a Big Orange. Had I known that I would have made the effort to ride over the bridge to see it.

Skyline.

Cobdogla.

From the dead pigeon bridge between Barmera and Kingston on Murray.

From the bus.

Paddock patterns in the hills.

While I was on the bus some frantic work messages came in and what with one thing and another all of a sudden I would be working the whole week after Easter and my bike would take a week's holiday in Renmark without me. My snow peas were still in my bar bag, which means that when I got back to Renmark I'd be greeted with either a fine collection of penicillin in my bar bag, or a garden, or both.

I miss the river already.



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