The next day we woke up for a change in fog. Couldn’t see past the nearest tree. Once it finally started to lift we got ready for a little walk in the park. We started off with a nice stroll alongside the lake but once the track turned away from the lake, it got steep. After crawling up the hill we were pretty breathless but the view wasn’t too impressive. Well as it turned out later, this was just a first bump on a long road. We were going up and down like on a rollercoaster. The summit we were aiming for wasn’t until couple of very steep bumps later. We were really glad to finally get to it. On the way down we were walking amongst dozens of kangaroos who were happy to stand in safe distance and stare at us as we walked past.
When we got back to the campsite and looked in the map we realized we are actually quite close to Gordie’s nan and as it wasn’t too late we decided to drive there for the night. I typed her address into our GPS and off we went. Unfortunately it turned out that the shortest way is not always the best and ended up driving down a windy, narrow, dirt road. When we got to Mansfield and finally had phone reception again, we called Gordie’s nan and went for a dinner. as we haven’t eaten properly since breakfast, we were starved and the pizza place owner watched in disbelief as we polished off a large pizza each. Gordie’s nan seemed happy to see us despite the fact that we ambushed her at 7 p.m. with less than an hour warning. Again we could spend a night in a nice cosy bed.
Dalsi den jsme se probudili pro zmenu do uplne mlhy. Nevideli jsme za prvni strom. Kdyz se to konecne zacalo trochu trhat, vyrazili jsme na mensi trek u jezera. Zacalo to jako prijemna prochazka kolem jezera, nez se to stocilo od jezera, kde to zacalo celkem stoupat. Kdyz jsme se konec vyskrabali na vrchol, byli jsme celkem bez dechu a vyhled teda nic moc. Nicmene se ukazalo, ze tohle byla jen mesi predehra a odtud to pokracovalo jako na horske draze – nahoru a dolu. Kdyz jsme konecne zdolali ten posledni, meli jsme toho uz tak akorat. Cestou dolu jsme se prochazeli mezi desitkami klokanu, kteri postavali v bezpecne vzdalenosti a zirali na nas.
Kdyz jsme zpatky u auta mrkli do mapy, ukazalo se, ze jsme nahodou uz jen kousek od Gordieho babicky. Kdyz jsem jeji adresu natukala do GPSky tak mi to dokonce tvrdilo, ze jsme jen asi hodinu cesty. Naskakali jsme do auta a vyrazili. Bohuzel nejkratsi cesta neni vzdycky idealn a my se ocitli na klikate, rozbite ceste, kde jsme se drkotali rychlosti chuze. Kdyz jsme se konecne doklepali do Mansfieldu, kde jsme meli zase signal, zavolali jsme Gordieho babicce a sli na veceri. Nebot jsme od rana poradne nejedli, byli jsme celkem vyhladoveli. Majitel pizzerie nevericne sledoval, jak jsme do sebe kazdej nacpali celou pizzu. Po veceri jsme jeli k babicce, ktera nas celkem rada videla, ikdyz jsme k ni vpadli v sedm vecer vicemene bez varovani.
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