6th or is it 7th March Awww, I don't bleeding know (Tuesday)

OK, we're off today, theres only so much peace and quiet anyone can take. We get up in good time and start breakfast. Lin bumps into a couple at the office who are also touring on a wing, so they pull round for a chat. Seems they've been camped on the other side of the park over night and we've missed each other. I've never seen a Wing like his, it's got training wheels on. How bout that???, still got front and back wheels, then an added wheel ether side which can be unbolted in about an hour or so (or when he gets the hang). He's been having a bit of trouble with the bike and trailer. "A" frame keeps snapping on the trailer and bits keep dropping off the bike he tells me as he looks longingly at ours. We natter for about an hour and off he go's, cos he's going to a bike convention. (Good luck).

Right, back to packing. Almost done and Lionel and Helen come over to say their goodbyes, That takes another hour and we leave them with invitations to pop into their place on the way round and look us up if they get to London.

Finally, we're off...... Its the latest we've ever left a site, going on for twelve and a long way to go. Its come over cloudy again and the winds picking up, but the roads are straight, so I can open her up a bit and we make good time. We pass Salt creek and are so pleased we didn't stay. We passed it in thirty seconds flat. Another half hour and we stop for a quick break, cheese wedges and a bag of crisps. (we really know how to live).  We reach the Wellington ferry about three, a bit like the Woolich ferry but a lot smaller.  The camps just on the other side and its not long before we're booked in. Turns out a campsite (tent) comes to $22 (£15) and a cabin is $25 (£16.50). He shows us a cabin, sorry, bunkhouse.  Its small and compact, but clean and tidy. As we're talking to the manager, I notice something just over Lin's shoulder, I move Lin away and ask the manager if that was a Huntsman, Lin turns round, takes one look at the spider and promptly go's into doing the chicken dance, (why do women do that?). With cry's of 'get rid of it, get it away'.  She looks like a American Indian doing a war dance.  I can see the manager is impressed, its not every day, women from foreign parts come into the camp and start doing ceremonial dances. I pick the spider up and dump it into the road.. Lin's happy, so alls well.

Tonight we sleep under a roof, in a real bed, with our own fridge and even a TV. Gonna feel strange tonight.

The salt flats, we pass on our way to Wellington ( our next destination)

WE stop for cheese sarnies, melon, some crisps and coke.... This is just before 'Policemans point' They have some strange names out here...

The view from where we eat our dinner...

More views.

The road behind us!

The road ahead, and as I keep saying no cars !!!!!!!!

More views

and more...

and more...

Ah I see the ferry...

Yes this is definitely the ferry gates...

Wind turbines, these are all over OZ in various forms.. No surprise when you experience some of the cross winds especially here in Southern Australia..

WE are first in the queue, yes I did get off, to take some piccies...

They roll off..... and....

And John Rolls on... (I walked on with the camera)

Ok, Im back on the bike and take a sneaky piccie of the both of us..

And we are off..... across the river , ( no buckets Carol.... are you proud of me?????, long story Woolich ferry stuff!!!lol)

This was the Huntsman on the door next to my head, no he was not wearing a fur coat, he was flipping furry and had muscles!!!!!

Home sweet home. The bunkhouse...