Woken early this morning by a telephone conversation in the next tent going for at least an hour in a different language. That was the frustrating thing, I couldn't follow the conversation at all. I got up to go to the toilet and sussed out which tent the talking was coming from, trying to find out whether or not the person was one of ours and whether or not they were sleep talking. It was not one of ours so I politely asked them to go to sleep. I then climbed back into the back of the truck hoping that worked but it didn't so I asked (not so politely) once again. Still didn't work and Collis wouldn't let me pursue the disturbance (I was a little relieved as I had no idea how big this person was or anything). Once he stopped talking the the town music began and continued well into the morning- actually right up till we left the town. It was very loud and it was mostly the same song repeated continuously over and over again. Peter did some investigation this morning and found the house it was coming from which was over the other side of town. Where are the police in these towns?
Packing this morning was a little slower, for what reason I couldn't determine but we were finished in time to get to morning tea by 9.35 am- 5 minutes late. But the riders moved fast this morning and were waiting for us. Road works held us up this morning for at least 15 minutes so we ended up 5 minutes late for morning tea but all was forgiven when I produced my choice of 3 flavours of sandwiches, which are peanut butter, jam or Vegemite. Three loaves of bread were demolished in seconds.
Last night John worked on Fliss' bike and she was able to ride off on it this morning. She can't use all the gears but if she treats it tenderly then it might just make it to Broome. John is a miracle worker!! In anticipation that Fliss may not be able to ride her bike, our spare bike got the best clean it's had probably ever so the next time I get a chance to ride then I should have a much cleaner bike to ride.