Luckily for us, the road is open, and in pretty good condition. In no time we’re barreling along the trail, and it’s becoming apparent that there is a whole lot of nothing out here….
We stop for some refreshments near a little ghost town and campsite called Farina.
The intercontinental hotel has seen the last of its 5 star days, I feel….
Back on the road after a wander around Farina, and fixing Peter’s first flat tire (boo).
Rolling into Marree is something of an anticlimax… like being hit in the head with a long stick. Dusty, dirty, and a bit of a hole. Hmm. At least there are some old trains for the boys to play with.
Once camp is set up, the inevitable migration to the pub is the only thing on the list… where the buffet is a welcome sight for the eternally hungry cyclist.
Some of the locals put on a little movie and popcorn about a photographer taking amazing time-lapse picture in lake Eyre, and it’s hard not to nod off in a comfy chair.
Off to bed. It’s a big day tomorrow.
<end of day 7>
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