Bloody Wilson - Part II

Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
Trip End Ongoing

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Thursday, June 7, 2007

Day Six: - Victor Harbor - McLaren Vale - Adelaide

'The Miserable Shitty Limping Guy..'

The pause button is on folks, things have turned sour.

We're in a backpackers hostel in Adelaide, right in the middle of the city. In hindsight we should have held on a bit longer in Victor Harbor. Sarah's flu escalated outrageously yesterday and my own suffering had let up very little, so getting soaked to the bone in the storm that tormented us along the entire route across the Fleurieu Peninsula wasn't the greatest of moves. I'm now bed ridden, and the Wilson plague has bloomed proper, full-strength proper. I'm comatosed. This is comically coupled (in true Woz fashion) with a resurrected knee injury, a stiff lower back and a brand new, wait for it... 'ligament tear' that's inflated my right ankle like a kiddies balloon. Don't ask.

So I'm a miserable shit at the moment. Sarah's already endured the swift learning curve of 'leave the tosser alone when he's sick' and has been a little angel, bless her. In fact all this suffering has become bearable only for the fact that I've been fortunate enough to witness her innocent reaction to this whole new environment. She hasn't before stayed in a backpackers and so has found the whole candid experience thoroughly rewarding. She's been lapping it up, and has taken a right old shine to all the little traits budget accommodation has to offer, from the whole mixed-shower confusion and after hours door-combinations to the little fluorescent displays of today's meal/activity specials, shared kitchens, TV rooms and those classic spontaneous encounters with randoms in shared bathrooms.

I on the other hand have been very vacant. To tell the truth I simply can't be arsed. Apart from the old Aussie guy who isn't quite sure why he's here and the Swiss ex-army guy dressed in black who's touring Australia on his motorbike I've had very little involvement with the whole scattered mix. Completely out of character but I don't care. I just want to get back to normal so we can all jump up and down and make peanut butter and jam sandwiches.

Kilometres eaten: 1192
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