So
much happening and so little time to report! I having such a great time
in New South Wales! I have been in the state for almost three months
now! Three of those nights were in Walcha and as I mentioned before I
spent two nights in an apartment beside Clints Prime Butcher shop where I
was a guest. Thanks to John and Thomas for spoiling me with so many
steaks that I was relieved to eventually dine on chicken wings for
breakfast before I departed. In Amidale I camped in the town park. It
was dark and as I was setting myself up to cook my dinner under a
sheltered picnic area I took my eye off Karma, my cart. A few seconds
later I turned around and she was gone! How could I lose her so quickly
and right from right under my nose, I wondered? I saw a pickup truck
with its beaming lights. Surely, I couldn't have been robbed so easily. I
ran towards the vehicle and discovered that the driver had spotted my
cart roll down a slight hill and out of the area where I had been
cooking. Luckily, it didn't hit any vehicles and crashed into a ditch.
Bizzarly, the driver was Clints the butchers ex - wife. No, as i am
hoofing around the world on foot, I never say it's a small world, it
certainly is a remarkable world.
Sunday,
I stopped at a bus shelter as a heavy rain shower looked imminent. Half
an hour later it poured for ten minutes. I thanked my smart decision to
wait it out. Then just as I thought about sleeping there the night
Wayne who was originally from England stopped by and after checking with
his wife Cathy I was invited to their lovely country home.
He
is an art teacher and she a music teacher and we had a long
conversation about the importance of the arts and why many governments
usually give it the first chop in their financial budgets.
On
the road it was a hot 27 degree C day and I was glad of the coke a
woman gave me. Earlier another woman stopped and gave me a packet of
Lifesavers candy. They might just save your life she said!
After
a long climb through the Black Mountains to an altitude of about 1,300
metres I arrived at a BP roadhouse. On the way in I got talking to a
man who insisted on paying for my dinner. I stayed there for over two
hours so as to walk the remaining remaining 12 kilometers to Guyra in
the coolness of the early evening. While I waited the nice Pakistani
owner called Zahoor kindly gave me three cappuccinos and another chicken
dinner to go!
Arriving in Guyra I walked past a picturesque lake called The Mother of Duck Lagoon and continued through the historic town.
At
the Royal hotel I took a notion to go inside for a beverage and to
discretely eat my dinner in a corner while charging up my phone as I had
many emails to send. Soon, I was the centre of attention and Kevin the
manager arranged a complimentary room for me while a man called Dave
treated me to a couple of drinks . Australians are such generous people,
everywhere I go people spoiling me. Its now my favorite country on
this world walk. Thanks everyone
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