Sept
22, Saturday
You can ride a trolley car pulled by a BIG clydesdale horse
There was a nice fountain in the town square. This is the only whale I'm likely to see while I'm here.
Beautiful rich agricultural area
Near the restaurant where I ate. This was the view of the river and Riverboat paddlewheeler
I get up and have coffee in the room. I check out by 10 am and decide to look
around Victor Harbour before I leave.
Causeway from Victor Harbour to a small island
You can ride a trolley car pulled by a BIG clydesdale horse
There was a nice fountain in the town square. This is the only whale I'm likely to see while I'm here.
Today I’m heading for Murray Bridge, where I hope to take
a cruise on a paddle wheel riverboat down the Murray River. During the drive this morning, I kept
waffling: do I, don’t I?
The short drive from Victor Harbour to Murray Bridge Beautiful rich agricultural area
... and vineyards !
I’m not crazy about river cruises, but it is
on my “to do list” and I’m unlikely to be coming back here, so when I get to
the secondary road that cuts across from Lake Alexandrina up to Murray Bridge,
I take a left. Actually it was a good
thing I was keeping an eye out for the sign because it was just a small street
sign. Almost missed it ! That should have been my second sign of
things to come. I got to Murray Bridge,
somehow made my way downtown (no signs, I just went with my general sense of
direction) and ended up right beside the tourist information centre. My guardian angels are with me still ! I went in to enquire about where I needed to
go to take a cruise on the river, only to find out that all cruises were booked
into October ! ! ! School break again.
The entrance to the visitor centre in Murray Bridge was covered with whisteria. The smell was heavenly.Near the restaurant where I ate. This was the view of the river and Riverboat paddlewheeler
The bridge, in Murray Bridge
Oh well
It was only a 75 minute cruise anyway, so it couldn’t have gone that
far, and it wasn’t that big of a detour, and my heart wasn’t really set on
doing it; so after having a bite to eat at a terrace restaurant, I got back in
the car and headed south along highway A8.
My next stop was going to be Naracoorte, where I wanted to visit the
caves; less than 100 km away.
Lots and lots of sheep in the fields
and the houses are the typical Aussie house: one floor with a wide verandah running all the way around it.
As the
afternoon went on I was feeling worse and worse. I decided that as soon as I got to Naracoorte
I was going to locate a motel and go to bed; the cave visits could wait until
the next day. And that’s exactly what I
did. By the time I pulled off the road I
felt SO BAD and I was so tired I could hardly keep my eyes open. I kept slapping my face to perk myself up. The motel was not the greatest but I did not
care; it had definitely seen better days, but at least it was clean. You could also order food and have it
served in your room since they did not have a restaurant. All I wanted was a bowl of soup, and the lady seemed relieved not to have to
prepare anything special. She only had
pumpkin soup but I did not mind. She
served it with some sourdough bread and although the soup was watery, it was
hot and it was filling. I crawled into
bed even though it was only 5 pm and went to sleep.
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