Rest Area to Cloncurry

After a restless night, I was packed and on the road in only half an hour, leaving around 6.30am, while the offending love birds and the others were still asleep. The morning was coolish and the sun was still making its way above the horizon, casting long shadows in front of me and reflecting brightly in my mirror. It was a lovely ride with the beginnings of undulations and plenty of floodways to cross, with obvious signs of the recent flooding. The Bicycle Pedlar - floodingMy bum had started to recover, having had hours off the bike yesterday to heal and I again had a tailwind to ease the trip along, rolling into town about 10.30am.The Bicycle Pedlar - rolling into Cloncurry

Cloncurry has three caravan parks, so a visit to the visitors’ centre was warranted to find out which was best, before heading the kilometre or so into the town itself. The woman working there that morning had a good idea about the important cycling aspects of the trip to Mount Isa as she had spoken to many cycle tourist over the years there. She recalled one couple who rode around Australia with their 12-18 month old baby a few years back and stopped in for a visit. I wonder who that was?

With some time to kill, I took my smelly self into the town, visiting the Cloncurry Bakery (which ran out of flour recently when the roads were flooded) first of all for a salad roll, lamington and coffee. My next goal was a new iPhone charging cord. The electronics shop sent me to Foodworks, who sent me to the PUMA servo, who sent me to the post office, where I was informed by a fellow customer that ‘Woolworths didn’t have phone chargers that old either’.

I was out of luck, it didn’t seem right that a simple phone charger could bring my old iPhone 4S to its knees, but there it was. My rude assumption that a country town might be more likely to have an older piece of technology available was also slapped down, politely, but with a sour face as the manicured lady working in the post office wrinkled her nose in disgust at my unwashed cycle touring odour.

I got the message, it was time to check in to the caravan park and have a shower!

Oasis Caravan Park was about a kilometre out of town, but was the closest. It had shady trees and they were desperately trying to get the grass growing and green before tourist season began. The intense grass watering had started in January and my tent site had a big puddle in it…you might have called it ‘absolute water frontage’. There was a patch of dry grass for my tent though, and a small patch off shade in which to sit to cook dinner as the sun went down later that evening.The Bicycle Pedlar - Vivente Gibb

The long sleeved bright blue cotton shirt I had worn was showing the effects of the sun, and this was after it had been washed!The Bicycle Pedlar - sun protection while cycling

With washing done and freshly showered I headed back into town by foot, keen to rest my bum and have more of a look around this friendly but run down looking town. The public library looked new and modern and had airconditioning and free wifi. I took advantage of this for a couple of hours before heading to the supermarket for food. I ate a delicious platter of cheese and crackers, then cooked up frozen vegetables with rice before tumbling into bed not longer after the sun went down.

I had already decided that tomorrow I was going to head for a rest stop halfway between Cloncurry and Mount Isa. There was no need to get to Mount Isa until Sunday and I was happy to put the brakes on as I rapidly approached the end of another great cycle touring trip.

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