DAY 1-THE TRIPDEAR DIARY, Arrived at the bus station to catch the Limestone Coast bus down to Robe this past weekend. A bus station a co-worker described by saying, "reminds me of one of those bus stations when a kid is running away in a 1950s movie." Hmph. Only if the kid was harassed by drunks shouting at him, "Hey buddy!" The bus itself was surprisingly comfortable, the passengers consisting mostly of housewives, students, and concessioners going nowhere. The trip was surprisingly swift considering the tiny hamlets we stopped along the way. These Aussies showed their native ingenuity by using this same bus as a package delivery service for these places as well.
DAY 2-IN ROBEDEAR DIARY, Now I know Robe is not quite the outback; it is, however, in the part of South Australia that can only be called "earthy". There is something called The Great Southern Muster going on and the guy next door spent all day shining his cherry red Ute SS for the Ute judging contest. Now THAT is earthy. The town itself is quite pretty though and the beaches are so much better than Ocean City, MD! At the restaurant for dinner, a wedding reception for two local young people was going on next door. I knew it was a wedding because the bride arrived carrying a stubbie. The groom's song played was "Sweet Child O'Mine" by Guns'n'Roses. How romantic! Then her song played: "These Boots Were Made for Walking" by Nancy Sinatra. Diary? If I were the grooms parents I woulda been exchanging worried looks right about then.
DAY 3-GOING HOMEDEAR DIARY, Hitched a ride in Butters' car for the trip home. Which was a relief cause while I'm as seasoned a traveler as the next guy I won't miss the joy of sitting next to a bus restroom. The weather was beautiful and I almost had my head out the window looking at everything. I do wonder, Diary, why so many kangaroos were taking naps by the side of the highway, though. But it was a great trip. A great place. And I'd gladly go again.
- Farmer Ted.
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