I was cold, freezing cold. The day started out nice there was a cold wind that went right through you. The closer I got to my planned destination that night the colder, wetter it got. Where I wanted to be was not going to be fun if it was wet and cold so after cup of warming coffee to gather my thoughts and nearly 600km for the day I decided to call it quits, warm up get a good nights sleep and decide on some plans.
First pub I tried had a footy fundraiser on, noisy.
So I moved on
Took this on the way.
Second Pub was full
Across the road, A fire going in the bar, a few locals and a spare room . . .
Latter that night I got talking to 3 gentlemen who where going to check a couple of roads in the morning and invited me to join them.
They took me here
One of them had a brand new sewing machine (at least thats what the others called it)
They took me on some crappy roads, some that lead no where
Someone went ass up