Mildura

Not really much to report today. We had a horrid doughy scone spread with thick margarine that stuck to the roof of your mouth for breakfast in a bakery in Renmark. Then rode 150 gentle kilometers into Mildura which is quite a large town in the north of Victoria.

An Internet friend and fellow artist who lives along the Murray river (hi Wendy!) suggested we visit a few of Milduras galleries and print workshop. Unfortunately one was closed and the other was closing so we weren't very successful there! Instead we got ice cream and went to investigate a camp ground.

It took us about two hours to decide whether we should put the tent on the bad grass but under a tree for shade, or on good soft grass but out in the open sun. In the end we had taken so long that the tree no longer offered suitable shade but we went for the bad ground anyway since we had managed to unpack the bike while looking for our books to read while we decided and we couldn't be bothered moving everything. Such is the workings of the brain when the weather is hot.

We ate dinner in mildura's brewery and sampled their range of beers. Now, once again we lie in a stifling buttery tent, neither of us having showered because we just can't be bothered, comparing mozzie bites. Dont you just wish you were here too?!